The burden of perfection

**Verse 1**
Since I was five, in this race,
Grades and report cards are my only wait.
Math, English, and spelling are my obsession,
Searching for perfection, without compassion.
Sleepless nights and study sessions,
The fear of failure makes me resist.
With every exam, my heart beats strong,
The weight of pressure feels like a blow.
**Chorus**
But darling, do you think it’s easy to get there?
Everything takes effort; you have to work hard.
A ten in every class, a nine is the minimum, and an eight is too little.
Stress and pressure are my only focus.
Sometimes I wonder if it’s all worth it,
If the path to success is just a chain.
**Verse 2**
No time to go out; when I was six, just books in my hands,
Reading during every break; sometimes I felt useless.
The laughter of my friends seems so far away,
While I look for answers in human pages.
Tired of this struggle that never seems to end,
My grades are my life; I can't afford to fail.
My mother’s voice echoes in my mind:
“Do it well, my daughter; always move ahead.”
**Chorus**
But darling, do you think it’s easy to get there?
Everything takes effort; you have to work hard.
A ten in every class, a nine is the minimum, and an eight is too little.
Stress and pressure are my only focus.
Sometimes I wonder if it’s all worth it,
If the path to success is just a chain.
**Bridge**
If I get an eight, I cry in deep silence,
My mother gets upset; she feels my suffering.
I want to make her proud and reach for the sky,
But sometimes I wonder if the sleepless nights are worth it.
Dreams chase me like shadows in the night,
Searching for a bright future that never fades.
**Verse 3**
I’ve lost myself in numbers and complex formulas,
Forgetting the simple: what the soul reflects.
Lost laughter among piled-up books,
Moments of joy seem forgotten.
I look in the mirror and see a strange figure:
A perfect student with a hard life.
Where did the girl who dreamed without fear go?
Now there’s only pressure; the future is a creed.
**Chorus**
But darling, do you think it’s easy to get there?
Everything takes effort; you have to work hard.
A ten in every class, a nine is the minimum, and an eight is too little;
Stress and pressure are my only focus.
Sometimes I wonder if it’s all worth it,
If the path to success is just a chain.
**Closing**
Dreams of greatness fill me with anxiety;
Searching for perfection in this reality.
I want to be more than numbers and shiny diplomas;
To find my way among all moments.
Maybe it's time to let go of some control;
To remember that living is also a great role.
Not everything is measured by grades or golden awards;
Life is a journey with varied landscapes.