Lyrics Self-Confidence - Jack Dawkins

You'll always be alone

You can't
Shout up

Born confident, but lacking self-belief
I can smash tasks, but still feelin' meek
Gotta lot to say, my throat chokes when I speak
Can't manifest my destiny if affirmation's what I seek

No more trophies, praise, accolades
All my nerves are frayed, in my heart, I still feel afraid
Fear of never mattering, amounting to too little
Panicked inner voices saying, "Jack, you too brittle" (stop)

I can do it (doesn't matter), but am I deserving?
Failure equals death, so the work is always swerving (I)
Chasing certainty (can't) nobody guaranteed (stop)
Finished seven marathons, but this shit has me on my knees

Maybe lack of gratitude, victim to these idle hands (nah)
How can I inspire others with saliva glands? (Nah!)
Not for lack of trying, I gotta writer's cramp (I)
No sense in this mess (can't), I need a diagram (stop)

You can't

You're alone
You'll be alone
Shut up

Try to stay calm when weather's inclement
Inner turmoil boils and I feel impotent
Creeping slowly into darkness, madness by the increment
Fear is plucking every nerve like it was an instrument

Evolving stalled feels like I can't adapt
The room is spinning, dizzy, woozy like I might collapse (nah)
Anxiety is radiating, I feel the panic
Frenetic, frenzied, frazzled, fearful, and so fucking frantic (nah)

Stress pressure on my chest starts feeling massive (nah)
Take a crack at action, end up sitting listless, passive (nah)
Trapped by self-loathing, like I'm imprisoned captive (nah)
Self-induced paralysis and the onset's rapid (nah)

Mesmerized by my tattoos 'cause I watch me bleed (nah)
Don't know where I'm going or what the fuck I need (nah)
I'm conscious of my conscience, haunted by the things I see (shut up!)
Someone shake me, wake me up from this wicked dream