I'm STILL a self confessing, self professing know-it-all, or so I think!

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Don’t know what you’re expecting of me

I’m tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless lost under the surface

Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes

I\’ve become so numb I can\’t feel you there

And become so tired so much more aware
I’m becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you

And I know I may end up failing too
But I know you were just like me
With someone disappointed in you