It Is Odd How I Can Smile
And No One Will Notice
That I Have For Awhile
Fighting Off Loneliness
I Doubt And Doubt And Doubt
Everything I Do
I Cannot Go Without
This Harmful Point Of View

Why Am I Not Good Enough
Why Don-‘t I Believe I Can
Why Am I So Tough
On This Person That I Am
I Have Friends That Believe In Me
They Seem So Sure To Know
That I Can Be Whatever I Want To Be
But My Conviction Of Me I Can-‘t Let Go
Why Do I Feel This Way
How Come I Can-‘t Permit
A Good Word, A Romance, A Nice Day
Why Can-‘t I Just Stop It, Stop It, Stop It!
It Is Odd, Yes It Is Very Odd
That One Can Be So Critical Of Oneself
I Forget That I Am Created By God
But I Still Have Trouble Accepting Myself
I Am All Grown Up,
This Should Have Been Over By Now-Â…