Autocrítica

Why is it that I don't like anything I do?
Everything seems like a big failure
Whenever I start, I give up halfway
Why is everything so bad, always so ugly?

When I draw a cat, it looks like a horse
'I'm not good at this' is what I say
It always turns out horrible, I don't even come close
Why is everything so bad, it never works out?

There's nothing I do
That isn't terrible, dull
There's nothing I do
That isn't terrible
Super dull

Who wants to keep looking, finding flaws
Doesn't see that the charm isn't being perfect
I'm not Claude Monstret, nor Monstropicasso
But I think the way I do things is great

I no longer criticize myself unnecessarily
I do it with pleasure and a lot of truth
I may not be a genius in drawing
But I think the way I do things is great

I think the way I do things is great
Whether it's a little house, a mountain, or a clown
I think the way I do things is great
I don't crumple up my drawing anymore
I think the way I do things is great
I don't throw it away, or tear a piece
I think the way I do things is great