Luyện nghe bài hát Atlas: Three

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

Maybe I've done
catching up
For the time I see an image of my brokenness
worthy of love

Maybe I've enough

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

And I finally see
Unabridged and
A mess of a I'm ashamed to tell
But I'm learning how to break this spell

And I finally see

Now I only what's real
To let my heart what it feels
Gold, silver, or bronze hold no here
work and rest are equally revered

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