I work for everything I want in life.
Time and time again
I find myself up late nights working, studying, learning.
After all, working gets you where you're going.
Yet time and time again
I find myself failing. Not being good enough. Not working hard enough.
I try not to let myself get wrapped up.
It's not my fault. I did everything I could. I tried my best.
But my best is never enough.
Who knows what I'm lacking.
Who knows what I need.
There's just always someone better.
I'll just never be them.