More In Me

I walk off the court with my head down low

Thinking ’bout every little thing that went wrong I know what I

can do, I know what I’ve got So why does it feel

like I’m giving all I’m not?

I watch everybody doing what I wish I could And forget all

the times that I actually did good They tell me,

“You’re better than you think you are”

But I can't see it when I'm standing this far (mhm)

I keep chasing a version of me

That I swear everybody else can see

I know there's more in me

I know I’m meant to be

More than the mistakes I make More than the shots I miss

More than one bad day But when I can't get it out

I start drowning in the doubt

Maybe I'm not who I thought I'd be

When I know there's more in me

I play with the older girls and I tell myself

I don't get to blame it on anybody else

If they're doing better,

I should be too

That's the kind of pressure I put myself through

And I get mad for getting down Then I get mad that

I'm mad now

Everybody says, “You're doing fine” But I can't seem to believe them

tonight

(there's more in me) (ohhh)