Imposter Syndrome

I don’t wanna let anybody down

I’m the kinda girl people keep around

For never causing any problems

If you got ‘em I can solve ‘em

I’d rather help you out

And not let my guard down

But I kinda wanna make a mess

Stand up for myself to my fake friends

Never look back, never call back

Never think twice about it

Or doubt it

Or try to get them to want to make amends

I’m a walking contradiction I know

At least I know that

Confused with myself, so hard to show

Hard to show but

I want I want I want to be myself

Not get so caught up caught up in everyone else

Stuck under the wеather, feeling sick

I can’t help my diagnosis yeah

I’vе got imposter syndrome

Hate to admit it

Hate to admit it

Hate to admit it

I know it’s a problem yeah I see it now

Tired of being a product of people I’m around oh

There’s a fine line between inspiration and aggravation of not being where they are

Like all my dreams are so far

Like

I’m a walking contradiction I know

At least I know that

Confused with myself, so hard to show

Hard to show but

I want I want I want to be myself

Not get so caught up caught up in everyone else

Stuck under the weather, feeling sick

I can’t help my diagnosis yeah

I’ve got imposter syndrome

Hate to admit it (Uh huh, Yeah)

Hate to admit it

Imposter syndrome

Hate to admit it

Stuck under the weather, feeling sick

I can’t help my diagnosis yeah

I’ve got imposter syndrome

Hate to admit it