Why do I work so hard? What is my goal?
I guess I just can't let myself fail.
Because the person I fear is Myself.
I am my harshest judge and I can't face that reality.
So I hide away behind my mask of happiness,
Telling myself I'm fine,
Telling myself my life is perfect.
But if you're perfect, what do you strive for?
What is the point?
Really, can you go anywhere but down?
Perfection.
It's what I've worked for since I knew the word.
But that one moment I felt it with you,
Was the worst of my life
Because I knew it could never last.