self-fulfilling failure prophecy

[Verse: POPY]
I'm nervous, quite imperfect
Putting myself out for the world to see
It's hard for me to figure out lately why
Many people say I sound just fine
Yet my mind doesn't accept any answer other than failure, really
It's easier to give up and say you tried
Than try to change at all and put in effort that takes time
Bravery is a leap of faith where no one will back up your vibe
But, I worry I should go back and rewind

[Chorus: POPY]
Call me a Beyblade the way I spin 'round the drain
I fuck up so much that loser's my middle name
Set my mode to easy, but I still lose every game
Failure's not a concept but a title held with no shame
All my life, other people always called me lame
My mind's wound differently, but I'm always against the grain
Fell off, like I fucked up my special in a fighting game
Failure's not a concept but a title held with no shame

[Verse: POPY]
It's easy for you to say otherwise when
I'm falling straight to my old habits
I've regressed back on my word after I tried to
Break to new times rather than be passive
No linear passage
As much as I try, I'm falling straight to my old habits
No linear passage
As much as I cry, still fallen back to useless habits

[Verse: POPY]
It's easier to give up, to throw the towel up
Others wish my time was up, but I refuse to give up
I work until the sun comes up
Tie my self worth higher up, put my self esteem higher up
But, I'll never give up

[Chorus: POPY]
Call me a Beyblade the way I spin 'round the drain
I fuck up so much that loser's my middle name
Set my mode to easy, but I still lose every game
Failure's not a concept but a title held with no shame
All my life, other people always called me lame
My mind's wound differently, but I'm always against the grain
Fell off, like I fucked up my special in a fighting game
Failure's not a concept but a title held with no shame