Try to find balance, and not tip the switch.
   To not be a patsy, but not quite a bitch.
Why does it have to be so tough - 
   that unreachable goal, to be good enough?
To know what to say, but not be absurd,
   stay vibrant and youthful, but not immature.
To not piss in submission, but never be rough;
   it's harder than hell to be good enough.
To cheer up the living when you just wanna die,
   the fragile thin wall between love and a lie.
Keep your mask on and quietly polish the scuffs,
   you have to pretend to be good enough.
Be uniquely like everyone else and fit in.
   Pretty and smart, wholesome and thin.
Keep a flag in your hand and a cross on your wall,
   and the slits on your wrist will mean nothing at all.
Those little dark differences - hold those inside!
   You can't break the mold, upset the tide.
Why does this shit have to mean so much?
   why can't I ever be good enough...?