Oh I’m goodI’m too good, it’s trueThere’s so much I can doI can tie my own shoeBut you sayMaybe you’re not that goodSay I just play pretendMake me feel like a fool And I asked myself if I am goodAnd I talked to stars and to the moonAnd I even looked up into several booksAm I good? Am I good? Am I good?What am I supposed to be, oh I’m good.Wooo you’re crazy cuz I’m good Oh I’m goodMy dad said I’m good“You’re my shooting star!” he saidBeen told that since I was twoBut when you say“Maybe it’s quite the opposite.”Hits me like a slap on the faceI don’t want to hear your crapsSo I discovered some of my drawbacksAnd I found the mistakes I made beforeAnd I feel like I’m not me anymoreAm I good? Am I good? Am I good?Oh what am I supposed to be, Oh what am I supposed to be… Am I good?Am I brave enough to say it’s not true?Look in the mirror and reintroduce?That girl I thought I knew?Am I good?Lay down my ego, am I able to?Have the blindness removed?And to start anew? Oh I’m goodNot the shiniest balloon Which I didn’t get to chooseBut I know I am en route