Tears trail down my cheecks
I've been like this for way too many weeks
Yes, it's true
I'm just not quite good enough for you
Or for anyone . . .
Why do you make me feel this way?
I'm just as good as you
I think . . .
I'm locked up with the thought of me not existing
But there you are, still insisting
I'm always in my room contemplating whether you're right or wrong
But the damage is done
You can't take that away
I always tell myself to keep my head held high
But I can't do that if you're in the sky
The day is done
The time is gone
Do you ever feel like what you did was wrong?
Thanks to you, now I do
Your words may be priceless to everyone else
But now, to me . . .
You're just worthless
