story i tell myself

You say my strings are dead I didn't ask but thanks again As I let it go straight to my head Breakfast with a side of gossip Hope it's true I know it's not Spill some tea and pour it piping hot You are a story I tell myself Nothing more than a twisted self help I never fight back the words that I repeat Whisper them softly every time I go to sleep Spinning in circles 'till it's something I believe Cut a verse so you wont be offended On the off chance that you Hear my song and connect the dots Who am I to change the way I speak The way I hold myself I'm deep But I'll get out now that I know I am a story I tell myself What if I write down a new tale to tell Then I can fight back the words that I repeat And live right through them every day that I can be A new beginning Till it's something I believe