Testo Downfall Of Little Me

Heaven knows what you really think of me
I suppose it remains a mystery
That's how it goes, basing this on history
Not to impose my mistrust and lack of easy
Conversation, letting you in on me
Trepidation, my own anxieties

It’s not your fault I drop the ball
Keep up this wall between
Downfall of little me

Not again, push away what's good for me
You could've been a friend, at the very least just somebody
I’m so independent, convinced I could do anything
Born of circumstances that brought me to this place I'm in

But it's not your fault
I drop the ball
Keep up this wall between
Downfall of little me
Keep up this wall between
Downfall of little me