i will always be james
with that half baked childhood
and his, will it take contradictions

i am dying inside
dare i say it,
torn from limb to limb
where do i begin?

solitude has pulled up a chair
and lent forwards, just to be near
it asks me, why do i cry

desperation will haunt these eyes
if i do not get this job
we have sat on the cliff
and we have gone to the top

and when you pull up,
at life’s toll booth
it will not be hugs all round
you will be asked for payment
and you will be searching for that pound

i have never lost belief in myself
and i have never been so unsure
that i do not know who i am
occasionally, i have lost the way

do i resign myself
or feels bad
if normal is the majority
then i will be on my own

there is no disease
that let’s me fall down
to my knees and apologise
i am just me
it is my responsibility