You think you're doing me a favor,
By pushing me to win.
But the only think you're doing,
Is knocking me back down again.
You say I'm headed for greatness.
You say my priorities I need to asses.
What you don't understand is that I'm doing my best.
Yet you're still not impressed.
I try hard. I work for it.
But in the end,
To you I must submit.
Everytime you say it's ok.
You push me down for another day.