Driftwood

None of my old tricks work
I used to like my quirks
I’m heading where the water falls on rocks
I hope nothing but my ego drops

When will I learn
How to be myself
When will I earn
The love I give myself
I’m heading where the water falls on rocks
I hope... someone picks me up

I don’t live my life, my life
As brave as I should, no no
When did I decide
To live in compromise?
From tree to driftwood