that says 'perfect' anymore Every time I lay in it, it cuts me to the core A slice in my brain A slice in my face My *** My thighs A cut on my tongue for each time I lie and lie and lie
Truth is the word 'fine' doesn't suit Once everyone else accepts that Maybe I can attempt to recruit a new standard for myself.
I want to hear that they'll still love me if I fail Rather than Don't worry, you'll be fine.
It's easy to make that 'decision' When it's not your Heart Health Brain Future Family On the line
I love people's belief in me, but tonight I got it from too many sources. Sometimes the fact that they 'know' I'll do great just adds to the pile of people I feel like I can't **** this up because of.