Three

Maybe I've done enough
 And your golden child grew up
 Maybe this trophy isn't real love
 And with or without it, I'm good enough
 Maybe I've done enough
 Finally catching up
 For the first time I see an image of my brokenness
 Utterly worthy of love
 Maybe I've done enough
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 And I finally see myself
 Through the eyes of no one else
 It's so exhausting on this silver screen
 Where I play the role of anyone but me
 And I finally see myself
 Unabridged and overwhelmed
 A mess of a story I'm ashamed to tell
 But I'm slowly learning how to break this spell
 And I finally see myself
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 Now, I only want what's real
 To let my heart feel what it feels
 Gold, silver, or bronze hold no value here
 Where work and rest are equally revered
 I only want what's real
 I set aside the highlight reel
 And leave my greatest failures on display with an asterisk
 Worthy of love anyway