Always with conflicting commands
Stop and run
Crippled by my own focus
Shifting rapidly
While my anxious heart prevents me from making mistakes
Or at least be willing to
It can't happen to me again
I must be wrong
Defective
Some assembly line worker
Fucked up along the way
Can't save face
Via false persona
In and out
Trying to make the best of garbage
Being chastised every step of the way