I know
There are problems
I try but I can't look away
I can't bear to be in
I'm getting out
Maybe I'll be acceptable someday
'Til then
I'm trying
But I keep getting in my way
Is keeping quiet enough
When it's so loud?
Can I be what I should
And what I may?
There's never been a way out of it
There's never been a way out of it
That isn't less white than grey
Or black and stained
Or black and stained
They're always watching
I fear though I know that's a lie
If I were to fall
Would they notice at all?
Is this weight that I feel only mine?
I only wanted to be good enough, good enough
To be somebody for everyone, everyone
But if everybody paints a piece, paints a piece
Then what's gonna be left of me, left of me?
I can't be everybody's masterpiece, masterpiece
But I'm trying so damn hard to please, hard to please
I need to ask what do I want from me, want from me
Because it's never really just for me, just for me
There's never been a way out of it
There's never been a way out of it
That isn't less white than grey
Or black and stained
Or black and stained
I only wanted to be good enough, good enough
To be somebody for everyone, everyone
I can't be everybody's masterpiece, masterpiece
But I'm trying so damn hard to please
