I spent my whole life trying to be perfect
Role model to my brother
Pride and joy of my mother, I felt
Entitled to success, cause I deserved it
Worked harder than anyone else
That’s what I kept telling myself
I put so much pressure on, and thought by now I’d be a diamond
Look at all that wasted potential
Did you really think you were special?
Like damn. I really don’t want to die trying
I’ve had enough
I’m good enough
Just wanted you all to relate to me
I just can’t help but feel
I’m always on to the next
Running, running
I don’t know if I can do this
I’m terrified
Maybe I, maybe I’m talking to myself
Loosen up a little bit
It’s never been that serious
Try to have some fun with it
Don’t be such a perfectionist
