Tell me all the things I'm supposed to like
What you want to hear, what think is right
I'm not present, my thoughts are misaligned
'Cause every time I close my eyes too tight
It's the Fall of 1929
A panic, playing out in black and white
I fill myself with doubt, I feel like I sold out
I feel like I am down, I'm down without a doubt
I feel like I let down, everyone around
I feel like nothing counts, I'm down without a doubt
I've filled myself with doubt
Maybe I was made for normal life
Where I'm in at nine and I'm out by five
And there's goals, I'd hit them every time
I could sell plans of different types
To wealthy men and their trophy wives
And go home to see the kids at night
I fill myself with doubt, I feel like I sold out
I feel like I've been down, I'm down without a doubt
I feel like I let down, everyone around
I feel like nothing counts, I'm down without a doubt
I've filled myself with doubt
Never good enough, never satisfied with nothing
Never good enough, never satisfied with nothing
Never good enough, never satisfied with nothing
Never good enough, never satisfied with nothing
Never good enough, never satisfied with nothing
Never good enough, never satisfied with nothing
I fill myself with doubt, I feel like I sold out
I feel like I've been down, I'm down without a doubt
I feel like I let down, everyone around
I feel like nothing counts, I'm down without a doubt
I've filled myself with doubt (with doubt, with doubt)
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