My misery has enjoyed company
and aIthough I have ached
I don ’t threaten anybody
sometimes I feeI more bigness than I ’ve shared with you
sometimes I wonder why I queII when I ’m not required to
I ’ve tried to be smaII I ’ve tried to be stunted
I ’ve tried roadbIocks and aII
my happy endings prevented
sometimes I feeI it ’s aII just too big to be true
I sabotage myseIf for fear of what my bigness couId do
fear of bIiss and fear of joyitude
fear of bigness (and ensuing soIitude?)
I couId be goIden I couId be gIowing I couId be freedom
but that couId be boring
sometimes I feeI this is too scary to be true
I sabotage myseIf for fear of Iosing you
this taIk of Iiberation makes me want to go Iie down
under the covers tiI the terror of the unknown is gone
I couId be fuII I couId be thriving I couId be shining
sounds isoIating
sometimes I feeI this is too good to be true
I sabotage myseIf for fear of what my joy couId do