LYRIC FOR SALE

By Jessica Bromwich

[verse one]
My life's on the way up. I can't be denied.
So why do I slow down? Why do I hide?
I go down a gear when success is near.
I doubt my power and I start to feel fear.
She's here again, my arch-nemesis.
The one that is in my ear.
The one who leaves me in a mess.

[chorus]
Miss saboteur. Is it the real me or is it her?
Miss saboteur. She's no amateur. No amateur.

[verse two]
Good at my job. I know I'm the best
But when promotions arise, I start to feel less.
Impostor syndrome kicks in. I start to doubt myself.
I question my worth and she starts to show herself.

Here we go again
You pull me down
Here we go again
You always take my crown.

[instrumental]

[verse 3]
I want to be the real me
I want to feel free
I want to be without doubt
Be a powerful strong me.
I know i need to confront
The person inside
The one who hurts me
The one who kicks me down,
Trapped inside.
Why do i hurt myself
And not allow others to do the same?
Shouldn't I be my number one fan,
I'm the one to blame.

[chorus]
Miss saboteur. It's the real me or is it her?
Miss saboteur. She's no amateur.
I'm no amateur.
Miss Saboteur.
It's the real me or is it her?
Self saboteur. The real me but I hate her.