I keep searching for perfection,
I keep messing things up.
I think I want something more,
Or do I have enough?

I want to find the perfect one,
I want to find the best there is,
But is he really out there,
And can I really be his?

Will the perfect one like me,
Will his feelings be real?
Will I know I can trust him,
When he says what he feels?

Am I aiming too high?
I keep falling too fast,
For the wrong kind of guy,
With the wrong kind of past.

Just who is good enough
For the rest of my life
And who is good enough
To bear up to my knife
And am I good enough
To stand up to myself
Am I good enough
For somebody else?

I have all of these rules,
I lay down in my mind,
But when I play the fool,
I just leave them behind.

I should know better,
But I act like I don't.
I know I'll regret it,
But I say that I won't.

How can I start,
If I'm not in control,
If I can't stop myself,
And I can't save my soul.

And it's me who's to blame,
for the mess that's my life,
'Cause who is good enough
To bear up to my knife
And am I good enough
To stand up to myself
Am I good enough
For somebody else?

Am I asking too much
Of the world and myself?
Should I learn to be happy
With whatever I get?

And how do I know
When I find the right one?
When should I stop searching
And start having fun?

And how can I prove,
That I've really been fair, When-I-say
That the end should be now,
That the end should be here?

Just who is good enough
For the rest of my life
And who is good enough
To bear up to my knife
Should I say "good enough",
And ignore all his faults,
And pretend I'm in love,
Call my search to a halt?

How can I be honest,
To him about us,
If I can't tell myself
When I'm happy enough?

Are these feelings so false,
Or am I just too tough,
That my feelings seem weak
When I've found good enough?

Just who is good enough
For the rest of my life
And who is good enough
To bear up to my knife
And am I good enough
To stand up to myself
Am I good enough
For somebody else?

I keep searching for perfection. I keep messing things up. I keep wanting something more, but is there more than what I've got? I want to find the perfect one, I want to find the best there is. But is the perfect one out there? And will the perfect one like me? Am I aiming too high? I keep falling too fast, for the wrong kind of guy, with the wrong kind of past. I should know better, but I act like I don't, it's me who's to blame for the mess that's my life. Am I asking too much of the world and myself? Should I learn to be happy with whatever I get? How do I know when I find the right one? How do I know when to stop? How can I start if I'm not in control, if I can't stop myself and I can't save my soul, how do I know when I've tried hard enough, that the end should be now, that the end should be here? Is there a time I should say "good enough" and ignore all his faults and pretend I'm in love? How can I be honest to him about us when I can't tell myself when I'm happy enough? Are these feelings so false, or am I just too tough, that my feelings seem weak when I've found good enough?