Sometimes I dream
That there are two of me
One is real, the other a fantasy
She's a perfect ballerina dancing on a crown
I still have to struggle stumbling on the ground
But I shout aloud
I'm enough, I'm enough, I'm enough
Screw the magazines and the skinny jeans
No-one telling me who I need to be
Don't tear apart this work of art
I'll rise above, I know I'm enough
Now I'm awake
Getting to work by 9
Talking to the boss about to speak my mind
I won't wait forever and I won't be last
Now I'm breaking through the ceiling made of glass
No need to ask
I'm enough, I'm enough, I'm enough
Screw the magazines and the skinny jeans
No-one telling me who I need to be
Don't tear apart this work of art
I'll rise above, I know I'm enough
