Luyện nghe bài hát Atlas: Three

Maybe I've enough
And golden child grew up
Maybe this trophy isn't real
And with or without it I'm good

Maybe done enough
Finally up
For the time I see an image of my brokenness
Utterly of love

Maybe I've done

And I see myself
the eyes of no one else
It's so exhausting on silver screen
Where I play the role of but me

And I see myself
Unabridged and
A mess of a story I'm to tell
But I'm slowly learning how to break spell

And I see myself

Now I want what's real
To let my feel what it feels
Gold, silver, or bronze hold no value
Where and rest are equally revered

I only want what's
I set aside the highlight
And leave my failures on display with an asterisk
of love anyway