Never Enough

I wake up chasing yesterday,

another list, another weight.

I do my best,

I stay too late,

still somehow I'm the one to blame.

I keep on giving what I have,

I bite my tongue,

I make it last.

And every time I think I'm close,

the finish line just moves again.

{restrained acoustic guitar and warm upright piano} I hear that voice inside

my head, counting every word I should've said.

Every win becomes another test,

and nothing ever lets me rest.

{building tension, rising snare roll,

warm bass swelling}

I give a little more,

I stay a little longer,

carry every weight just to prove that I am stronger.

But every time I reach the line,

you move it one more mile.

I gave you everything I had— why is it never enough?

Never enough! No matter what I do.

Never enough!

What else do I have to prove?

I keep on giving all of me— why is it never enough?

{powerful drum entry, crashing cymbals,

wide wall of electric guitars} I watch the lives behind the glass,

everybody moving twice as fast.

They've got the house,

the smile, the plan,

while I'm still trying to understand.

Am I enough to make you proud?

Enough to stand out in the crowd?

Enough at work, enough at home?

Enough when no one's keeping score?

{guitars pull back, return to piano and clean acoustic guitar}

I built my worth on someone else's scale,

so every little crack became a fail.

I kept believing if I gave my best,

one day this voice would finally rest.

{building tension, rising energy,

driving drums} Maybe I was chasing something I was never meant to

find. Trying to become the answer in everybody else's mind.

Maybe all these expectations were never really mine.

Maybe I don't need permission to stop crossing every line.

{soaring guitar melody, driving mid-tempo rock groove} I am tired of counting

failures. Tired of measuring my worth.

Tired of giving everything and still believing I come first

in second place. {drums drop out,

soft solo acoustic guitar and intimate voice} I gave a little more,

I stayed a little longer,

carried every weight just to prove that I was stronger.

But I don't have to chase the line when you move it

every mile. I gave you everything I had— and maybe that was

enough. Enough for me.

I don't have more to prove.

Enough for me. I don't need your point of view.

I spent my life

trying to be

enough for everyone— Maybe I was never meant to be enough for

everyone. {huge explosive entry,

maximum power, massive guitars and heavy drums}

Maybe being enough was never mine to prove.

{guitars

fade, single acoustic guitar notes and piano chords resolve to silence}