Being at war with oneself is a strange experience
Do you win or do you lose?
Do you fight all your demons and make it in the end?
Or do you tighten the rope and hang in your noose?
Death comes to us all, life throws us around
Do you fight or surrender? Build or destroy?
Who will you be when your time is up?
The player? The crafter? The champion? The toy?
We hold on to notions that it will all be okay
Do we hope? Do we trust? Do we make it all up as we go?
Will you second guess yourself? Will you get in your own way?
Only time will tell, only you will know
Being at war with oneself is the worst feeling there is
There are no winners, no losers, just you
Be strong, be brave, back yourself all the way
Do it all my precious, your way, all the way through
Being at war with oneself is the maddest you can be
Because why would you stand in your own way?
Be gentle, be calm, love yourself as much as you can
Youβll look back at this moment and smile someday!