What holy cities are to nomadic tribes - a symbol of race and a bond of union - great books are to the wandering souls of men: they are the Meccas of the mind.
G.E. Woodberry
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Good Enough
It seems the more we talk
The less I have to say
Let’s put our differences aside
I wanted to make you proud
But I just got in your way
I found a place where I can hide
Now everything is changing
But I still feel the same
We’re running out of time
What do I have to do
To try to make you see
That this is who I am
And its all that I can be
I tried to find myself
Looking inside your eyes
You were all that I was meant to be
There must be something else
Behind all the lies
That you have lead me to believe
Now everyone is saying
That I should find a way
To leave it all behind
What do I have to do
To try to make you see
That this is who I am
And its all that I can be
What do I have to do
To try to make you see
Trying to be like you
isn’t good enough for me
I wont let you go
I wont let you down
I wont give you up
don’t you give up on me now
What do I have to do
To try to make you see
That this is who I am
And its all that I can be
What do I have to do
To try to make you see
Trying to be like you
isn’t good enough for me
What do I have to do
To try to make you see