I was wondering if maybe I should make the blue lines a chorus and write another verse about a different reason why I can never be happy do you'll think that would work?
There have always been things that I wished I could do
and they'll always be things that I can't...
and I've tried
and I've practiced
but it's never okay:
I'll never be good enough.
I'll never be satisfied,
why can't I just accept who I am
and move on, and move on...
but I've tried
and I've tried
I can't seem to forget,
filled with jealousy
my heart aches for joy
but I'll never be happy just as me,
not who i am,
was, or might be
I'll never be happy but maybe I shouldn't be
maybe i was born for this pain, and this jealousy
to suffer in silence is my destiny
