Midnight thoughts

She wasn't perfect.
God knows she knew.
She had done the best she could,
Apparently it wasn't enough.
'Cause nothing is ever enough, my dear.
Not even perfect is enough.

She was aiming for the stars,
And she did the best she could.
But everybody knew,
Just aiming for the stars isn't enough.

Cause what is a plan without a strategty?
What is a dream without hope?
What is intellectualism without confidence?

It's not much she's asking for,
Just for that someone to believe in her,
When her own strenght isn't enough.
When her midnight thoughts are too rough.

Please believe in me.


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