The one thing I never had
or at least
the one thing whose last encounter
I can’t even remember

I never knew how to keep my head up
When both my heart and head
think it’s better to look down

And when I know how to do it for a second
Everything sounds too good to be true
Every time, I felt stupid to believe that I am
at least good enough

Is it ever too late
to go back to the start?