I reach for illuminated spheres, 
Fighting back my fears,
Only too aware of my capability.
Sometimes I don't make it,
At times I only break it,
Only too aware of my insuffiency.

I guess that I really am my own toughest critic,
I guess it's my own fault for being so analytic.

Somehow it seems that I could've done more,
And the fight for perfection is just a closed door,
Could've tried harder even if it was rough,
I can only conclude I'm just never enough.

I repress all the tears,
Ignore all the flares,
Only too aware of pain's dependability.
It's easier to fake it,
When I know I cannot take it,
Only too aware of this looping misery.

I guess that the blame can only ever lie inside,
I guess guilt is something I've had to learn to hide. 

Somehow it seems I could've reached a little higher,
And satisfaction is something I just can't acquire,
Could've gone further even if it was tough,
I can only conclude I'm just never enough.