Born With a Bothered Mind

I was born with a bothered mind
Made me tense, and a little shy
Everytime i'd turn around
I hesitated for a while

You might say i am a doubtful guy
Yes i doubt 'bout this and that and why,
It's truly not so bad as long
As you keep the fear from your mind

Don't trust men who say they don't
Doubt this funny life at all
They have to buy a bigger car
To prove they're so sure

The same thing that'll burn me down
Is here to keep my feet on the ground
And both of them are walking slowly
All the way back home.

Chorus
Should i cut my hair or let it grow
Have another drink or head on home,
Should i form a band or go solo, well i don't know
I can't make up my mind
And after all this time i don't know why

Why do i treat myself like this?
What if, what if, what if?
I'd choose meat instead of fish?

Oh, come on!
Go on and sing your own song
You're acting like a moron.
Just do what should be done

Chorus
Should i cut my hair or let it grow
Have another drink or head on home,
Should i form a band or go solo, well i don't know
I can't make up my mind
And after all this time i don't know why

I'm just a doubtful guy