I'm caught up in my own thoughts stuck in this prison/
That I built with my own hands, fidgeting mid-sentence//
Can't formulate the right words, jaw feels constricted/
Brains turned to mush, I'm at a loss without a vision//
Eyes On Me like my Final Fantasy is ovah (over)/
And I can't plant a SeeD if I don't even have Rinoa//
I'm just a Squall of storm clouds that made a big mistake/
Grinding through levels and never got his final limit break//
Anxiety takes over, makes it hard for me to delegate/
But I still show my crooked smile just to set the record straight//
I'm weathered down with a lot of heavy flaws/
But my foundations strong, even after all the wrecking balls//
So build me up or break me down for what it's worth/
I got my hardhat ready for some much needed construction work//
I'll keep digging til I strike pay dirt/
Then plant a garden full of wisdom made from those who came first//