Enough?

Will I ever fit in here?

Cause this is driving me crazy.

Why can’t I find a place,

where I can be myself?

I’m never good enough for anybody.

I never feel right for anything.

I’m never good enough for myself

And I’m never going to be enough.

Why my hair seems to look just wrong?

I say I don’t care of how I look, but that’s not true.

Why all the girls look so perfect every day?

No need to work out and they look ok.

I’m never good enough for anybody.

I never feel right for anything.

I’m never good enough for myself

And I’m never going to be enough.

Why don’t I have a perfect smile and perfect legs?

Did I come wrong from factory?

Were the pieces of me on sale?

Did I put them in the wrong position?

I’m never good enough for anybody.

I never feel right for anything.

I’m never good enough for myself

And I’m never going to be enough.

I’m like that rest of milk that’s thrown away.

The one that doesn’t serves for anything.

I’m never enough for anybody, not even me.

Will this ever change?