One little mistake and all I hear is "the blame is on you!"
they'll never be satisfied with anything I do.
A small "good job!" is all I please
instead I get "you're this," "you're that",
and with those words, I wish even more for the appreciation I'll never seize
I know I'm not good enough
I know that everything I do is considered a sin
but before you judge me
make sure your flaws and imperfections are hidden within
For with every word you say
I die a little, despite all of my "Okays."
