I planned out my day, and then I planned my year
I plotted every single thing so I could see it clear
I chose the career path, and I clung to all my strength
I managed my thoughts positively and exercised at length
I saved up every penny, and strategized my life
then I planned out how to be the very perfect wife
I knew if I was perfect, that I could have it all
everything I ever wanted, whether big or small
Nothing seemed to work out right, I never could predict
and it got to the point where I just couldn't handle it
I thought that I was smarter and that if I was good
I would be able to have everything that I thought should
just think harder, just do this, and then I will try more
but the more I did this, it frustrated me to my very core
I lost sight of who I was and all I thought I knew
but then one day it hit me and I started to get a clue
all my life i'd tried so hard will giving you a passing nod
then it hit me one day, that I had thought that I was God