Twenty three
Still don’t know what I think of me
Searching for clarity
Weighed down by insecurities

People say I’m empathetic but seem to forget it when it comes to me
And I’ll read a room pretty well
Only person I find impossible to read is me

I try to be open
But inside the connections are broken
If only I could read my mind

Certain emotions
You could argue are better unspoken
Than reopened
If only I could read my mind

Twenty three
Still don’t know what I think of me
But if I had to summarise I’d probably need a bit of time cuz I’m a mystery

People say I’m empathetic but seem to forget it when it comes to me
And I’ll read a room pretty well
Only person I find impossible to read is me

I try to be open
But inside the connections are broken
If only I could read my mind

Certain emotions
You could argue are better unspoken
Than reopened
If only I could read my mind

I’m at war with my mind on the daily
So maybe
It’s time to try to learn why

I try to be open
But inside the connections are broken
If only I could read my mind

Certain emotions
You could argue are better unspoken
Than reopened
If only I could read my mind

If only I could read my mind