One Eye Closed the Other Covered Up
You think fifteen percent is enough?
Watching me, serve you serve me, but only at eighty five percent.
Please tell me is that enough.
Confused at those being confused, wondering if it is enough.
Giving, selling, our freedom, please tell when, is it enough?
Frustrated with those frustrated wondering why enough is never enough.
Watching ourselves, selling ourselves, tell ourselves, when is enough, enough.
Turn the other way, it'll go away because it'll never be enough.
When do we say we won't turn away from sharpened smiles and hidden truths telling ourselves we had enough?
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