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All I ever wanted to do was to make you happy.
But, nothing I did, was ever good enough.

I could have taken the weeping moon,
placed it in your palm,
and you still wouldn't have been happy.

I could have scoured the house,
not a speck of dust left,
and you still wouldn't have been happy.

I could have brought my mother back,
all the pain forgiven,
and you still wouldn't have been happy.

Don't you see how hard I tried?
A child playing the role of
mother wife cook student maid slave.
It was never good enough though.
Never good enough for you.
I could have sacrificed my life,
and even that,
wouldn't have been good enough for you.

I did sacrifice my life for you.
I sacrificed my precious childhood.
Something I can never have back.
I sacrificed it for you.
But it wasn't good enough.

I'm sorry I couldn't play the part any longer.
I couldn't keep sacrificing who I was out of futility.
I'll never be good enough for you.
Nothing will ever be good enough for you.