My misery has enjoyed company
And although I have ached
I dont threaten anybody
Sometimes I feel more bigness than Ive shared with you
Sometimes I wonder why I quell when Im not required to
Ive tried to be small Ive tried to be stunted
Ive tried roadblocks and all
My happy endings prevented
Sometimes I feel its all just too big to be true
I sabotage myself for fear of what my bigness could do
Fear of bliss and fear of joyitude
Fear of bigness (and ensuing solitude? )
I could be golden
I could be glowing
I could be freedom
But that could be boring
Sometimes I feel this is too scary to be true
I sabotage myself for fear of losing you
Fear of bliss and fear of joyitude
Fear of bigness (and ensuing solitude? )
This talk of liberation makes me want to go lie down
Under the covers til the terror of the unknown is gone
I could be full
I could be thriving
I could be shining
Sounds isolating
Sometimes I feel this is too good to be true
I sabotage myself for fear of what my joy could do
Fear of bliss and fear of joyitude
Fear of bigness (and ensuing solitude? )