Gifted by Rolleston Lyrics

Am I gifted?
Chosen to be good at things coveted by society
I doubt it
I'm a product of parenting that's based on propriety

And I want it
To feed all their desires, they just want to lift me high
But I can't do it
When there's no reason I believe in to see through another season

And now it's getting hard
Can't rely on my intuition to pay off all my tuition
I'm feeling overawed
Overwhelmed, head in the sand
Almost forty grand ohh
And I can't face it
Yeah

Am I stupid?
Making problems out of nothing, I could easily avoid them
Nah I doubt it
If it were all inside my head then I'd be taking different meds
And I want it
To find a faith in the unseen, a healthy source of dopamine
But I can't do it
Cos I keep running out of reasons to see through another season

Yeah now it's getting hard
Can't rely on my intuition to pay off all my tuition
I'm feeling overawed
Overwhelmed, head in the sand
Almost forty grand ohh
And I can't face it

Yeah now it's getting hard
Procrastinate, it's getting late, I recognise my own mistake
Try praying to the Lord
But what he tells me I already know
And I'm still climbing out this hole
And I can't face it

I'm too complacent
No I can't face it