I guess we were doomed from the start
We were never really meant to be
Just these picture perfect moments
In my imaginations memory
Who am I
To be dreaming so wishfully
It was written in the sky
But the stars fell down on top of me
At night
I see myself
And all the imperfections
Telling me I'm less than
Who I am
Inside myself
The power of a question
Was I ever really good enough