Again

How pathetic am I
 Trying to sell myself my most hated lie
 Looking away when my hands are being bound
 Setting myself up just to get kicked down
 What's left of me
 There's so much left to be
 And I'm so concerned with things that don't concern me
 So much I've dreamed to see
 So much I need to be
 What is life if I'm not concerned with what I really feel
 We always want something else than what we've got
 We want to be something that we're not
 And when I say "we" I really mean "me"
 Because this far all my plans have failed
 The losses are too painful to be named
 And that's not even half the truth
 I know that I am my own worst enemy
 "Growing up" confusing life and security
 Forever accepting the default version of me
 Dying instead of living
 Addicted to passivity
 What's left of me
 There's so much left to be
 And I'm so concerned with things that don't concern me
 So much I've dreamed to see
 So much I need to be
 What is life if I'm not concerned with what I really feel
 We always want something else than what we've got
 We want to be something that we're not
 And when I say "we" I really mean "me"