Tom: C
Introdução: F C F C G Am G F
F C
Maybe I've done enough
F C
And your golden child grew up
G Am
Maybe this trophy isn't real love
G F Dm C G
And with or without it I'm good enough
F C
Maybe I've done enough
F C
Finally catching up
G Am G F
For the first time I see an image of my brokenness
Dm Am G
Utterly worthy of love
F C
Maybe I've done enough
C F
And I finally see myself
C G
Through the eyes of no one else
Am G Am
It's so exhausting on this silver screen
G F Dm C G
Where I play the role of anyone but me
C F
And I finally see myself
C G
Unabridged and overwhelmed
Am G Am
A mess of a story I'm ashamed to tell
G F Dm C G
But I'm slowly learning how to break this spell
F C
And I finally see myself
F C
Now I only want what's real
F C
To let my heart feel what it feels
G Am
Gold, silver, or bronze hold no value here
G F Dm C G
Where work and rest are equally revered
F C
I only want what's real
F C
I set aside the highlight reel
G Am G F
And leave my greatest failures on display with an asterisk
Dm C G
Worthy of love anyway