North Bloom - Wannabe, Pt. 1 Lyrics

Striving to be the best
But I ain't feeling blessed
I can't take being stressed
Wish I could read ahead

Will they call me purebred?
Will I make them impressed?
No stopping this headache
I need to take a rest

When will I play a show?
When will I know the road?
Terrified I'll let go

Grip of this passion
Might be losing traction
I thought I was soaring
But really I'm crashing

Straight into apathy
Its serendipity
The process where the songs
Come to me naturally

Acts as my telescope
Always giving me hope
Making me think

I'm not a wannabe
I'm not a wannabe
Wannabe
I'm not a wannabe
I'm not a wannabe

I'm sorry I must contradict
Hypocrite
Perhaps I'm a wannabe
I don't wanna be
Stuck counting to three
You're currently listening to a
Wannabe

What does it really mean?
I'm only seventeen
Is there a problem with being a
Wannabe?
Means that I'm working
It means that I'm dreaming
Thinking "Hey one day I will not be a
Wannabe"

Whining not shining is that all this is?
Stop hoping they say that "This guy is the shit"
Its human to hope for that here and then
That hope is what gonna drive me to the end

I'm tryna count these sheep
Looked in a mirror a stranger stares back at me
Keeping me up at night He's making this drumbeat
Helping me to ignite, helping me find the heat

Wannabe
I'm not a wannabe
Wannabe
I'm not a wannabe
I'm not a wannabe