We all want to be enough,
for the people around us,
for the ones we rarely see,

We want to feel accepted,
by the ones we love,
by the people we see,

We never stop to question,
that maybe we should be,
enough to ourselves,

We should be proud of ourselves,
unafraid to say that we know we got it,
tearing each other down should be something we hate,
yet we all do it anyway

Why not choose to love ourselves first,
then love someone else?
We're all looking like blinded fools,
and the Devil treats us like tools.