Not vanity

To say you have not been where I’ve been
Have not swam where I swim
It’s not mean to decide it so
That’s my story is told and this is how it go

I know , man do I know
How hard it is to tow
I had the chances and smashed them gladly
I cried and screamed I left them madly
and I did it because I was inherently scared
I was worried and I couldn’t use my words
How funny, all my words I talk so much
But it’s all fluff, it’s not the good stuff

When I’m anxious I make more noise, when I’m calm I’m actually quiet, poised. But just one little flick, sometimes makes me a lighting stick.

Oh man, whatever , oh shit