I see you standing there,
Laughing at her jokes.
I pretend that I don't care.
But it hurts, you know?
But how can I blame you,
When you don't even know.
The crush that I have on you,
Since I don't even know.
People who know me,
They know my secret.
They Know I'm hurting.
They know I'm burning.
But what they don't know,
It's more than just hurting.
It is hating myself,
For being me.
It is changing myself,
For something else I can't be.
She is the definition of perfect.
I am the definition of imperfect.
She beautiful with a smart mind.
I am clumsy with a dumb mind.
I know you'll never want me,
Because I am not her.
But I know that I want you,
By not being her.
And if you don't want me now,
I don't even care anymore.
Cause being imperfect now,
Is something I like being more.
