[ Perrie ] Release your curse, cause I know my wort. Those wounds you made are gone. You ain’t seen nothing yet. Your love wore thin and I’d never win. You want the best, so sorry that’s clearly not me. This is all I can be.
Chorus Am I still not good enough? Am I still not worth that much? I’m sorry for the way my life turned out. Sorry for the smile I’m wearing now. Guess I’m still not good enough.