Good Enough from Life Lessons by Second Chance Charade
Tracklist
| 6. | Good Enough | 4:30 |
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I wake up feeling like my shadow’s learning how to speak
It uses all the words I swallowed when I couldn’t be weak.
It keeps a tally of my failures in the margins of my mind,
Scribbling footnotes ’bout the parts of me I leave behind.
I try to function but my thoughts are like a crowded room,
Every doubt is humming loud enough to drown out any truth.
I stitch my confidence with threads pulled from apologies,
Wearing armor made of moments that still haunt me when I breathe.
[Pre-Chorus]
And I wish I knew the version of myself I’m meant to face,
But every time I look inside, I’m standing in a broken place…
[Chorus]
Telling me I’ll never be the thing I dream about,
Like I’m the sum of every fear I never talk about.
And I’m trying, God, I’m trying, just to outrun all this weight,
But I’m hoping,
just hoping,
someday I’ll feel good enough to see a new day.
[Verse 2]
My past is like a song that skips no matter how I play
A needle caught inside a groove that won’t let me escape.
I treat my trauma like a tenant who’s refused to leave,
He rearranges all my furniture and steals the air I breathe.
I fake composure like a painter masking cracks with light,
Pretending I’m a masterpiece when really I’m just holding tight.
And every time I try to bloom, I hear the voices say,
“Why grow a garden when you’re destined to decay?”
[Pre-Chorus]
So I brace myself for impact from the thoughts that ricochet,
Hoping one will miss me long enough for me to find a way…
[Chorus]
Telling me I’ll never be the thing I dream about,
Like I’m the sum of every fear I never talk about.
And I’m trying, God, I’m trying, just to outrun all this weight,
But I’m hoping,
just hoping,
someday I’ll feel good enough to see a new day.
[Bridge]
Some nights, I talk to all the versions of myself I’ve killed
The kid who dreamed, the one who tried, the one who never healed.
They tell me, “You’re not broken, you’re just learning how to bend,”
But bending feels like breaking when you’re scared it never ends.
I keep my hope inside a pocket with the holes worn through.
But somehow it keeps falling out and finding its way back to you.
[Final Chorus]
And even when they’re screaming I’ll never figure out my route,
I’m more than all the ghosts and all the fears I never talk about.
And I’m trying, God, I’m trying, just to outgrow all this weight,
And I’m praying,
still praying,
someday I’ll feel good enough to see a new day.
