Good Enough for School
The things you do, make me drown my self in music at night to try and stop the tears.
If only I were good enough.
The things you say about the others, make me want to shatter the glass holding my reflection.
If only I were good enough.
The things you yell to me silently, make me shrivel up into despair.
If only I were good enough.
The things you play, those wicked games, they kill my heart.
If only I were good enough.
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