Will I ever be satisfied with what I make?
I have taken the pieces given, but don't feel like I can play
Why do I feel like what's real is fake, no matter how worthy they are?
Am I reaching for a star
That's just far too far away?

What if I said it was good enough when it wasn't?
I buzz with excitement, then rip that buzz in two
Maybe there's something I'll make that doesn't leave my self-image with scars?
Cause reaching for the stars
Is all that I can do