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I keep searching for perfection,\r
\nI keep messing things up.\r
\nI think I want something more,\r
\nOr do I have enough?\r
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I want to find the perfect one,\r
\nI want to find the best there is,\r
\nBut is he really out there,\r
\nAnd can I really be his?\r
\n\r
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Will the perfect one like me,\r
\nWill his feelings be real?\r
\nWill I know I can trust him,\r
\nWhen he says what he feels?\r
\n\r
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Am I aiming too high?\r
\nI keep falling too fast,\r
\nFor the wrong kind of guy,\r
\nWith the wrong kind of past.\r
\n\r
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Just who is good enough\r
\nFor the rest of my life\r
\nAnd who is good enough\r
\nTo bear up to my knife\r
\nAnd am I good enough\r
\nTo stand up to myself\r
\nAm I good enough\r
\nFor somebody else?\r
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I have all of these rules,\r
\nI lay down in my mind,\r
\nBut when I play the fool,\r
\nI just leave them behind.\r
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I should know better,\r
\nBut I act like I don't.\r
\nI know I'll regret it,\r
\nBut I say that I won't.\r
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How can I start,\r
\nIf I'm not in control,\r
\nIf I can't stop myself,\r
\nAnd I can't save my soul.\r
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And it's me who's to blame,\r
\nfor the mess that's my life,\r
\n'Cause who is good enough\r
\nTo bear up to my knife\r
\nAnd am I good enough\r
\nTo stand up to myself\r
\nAm I good enough\r
\nFor somebody else?\r
\n\r
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Am I asking too much\r
\nOf the world and myself?\r
\nShould I learn to be happy\r
\nWith whatever I get?\r
\n\r
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And how do I know\r
\nWhen I find the right one?\r
\nWhen should I stop searching\r
\nAnd start having fun?\r
\n\r
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And how can I prove,\r
\nThat I've really been fair, When-I-say\r
\nThat the end should be now,\r
\nThat the end should be here?\r
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Just who is good enough\r
\nFor the rest of my life\r
\nAnd who is good enough\r
\nTo bear up to my knife\r
\nShould I say \"good enough\",\r
\nAnd ignore all his faults,\r
\nAnd pretend I'm in love,\r
\nCall my search to a halt?\r
\n\r
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How can I be honest,\r
\nTo him about us,\r
\nIf I can't tell myself\r
\nWhen I'm happy enough?\r
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Are these feelings so false,\r
\nOr am I just too tough,\r
\nThat my feelings seem weak\r
\nWhen I've found good enough?\r
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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?\r
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He's sitting there thinking\r
\nWishing he was drinking\r
\nHe's thinking of the impact\r
\nThat he makes upon the world\r
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He hates how much effort it takes\r
\nTo think of what difference he makes\r
\nHe thinks his life is pointless\r
\nAnd he's fearful that he's right\r
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Not a single inch he goes\r
\nMakes a difference, this he knows\r
\n'Cause every single inch he moves\r
\nA million more have moved before\r
\n\r
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Every time he has a thought\r
\nHe think it's something he was taught\r
\nHe's never had a vision\r
\nJust reflections in his head\r
\n\r
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Life's too full of choices\r
\nFull of siren, fighting voices\r
\nAll so many ways to go\r
\nThat the path is never clear\r
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To him each way is far too tough\r
\nHe feels he cannot do enough\r
\nThe endless open space becomes\r
\nA trap with no escape\r
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Each choice presents a hundred more\r
\nEach no harder than before\r
\nBut though his changes shape the world\r
\nThey do not change his life\r
\n\r
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He cannot see his footprint\r
\nBecause he won't look behind him\r
\nAnd he cannot see his shadow\r
\n'Cause he's giving off the light\r
\nHe cannot see his writing\r
\n'Cause he's looking at the paper\r
\nAnd he cannot see that he is doing\r
\nExactly what is right\r
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