Am I Good Enough?
Sometimes when alone I stop to ponder
Searching the wounded ego of my heart
If I am good enough for her to love
That’s usually when I almost come apart
You see all I have to offer is my heart
Over time it’s been damaged and repaired
That, plus the words I say to her each day
During those few fleeting moments shared
Yes, I know I can be my own worst enemy
Doubting the man in the looking glass
“She loves you for who you are,
so stop being such an ass!”
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