I guess I'm not a god among mortals,
And that i'll always be a little boy playing pretend that one day I'll be happy.
You told me I was handsome,
And I was starting to believe you.
You told me I had potential,
And I thought, maybe it won't be so bad.
And now you realized i'm not what you wanted,
Just as I’d told you over and over.
So how can I ever believe I'm worth anything,
When the person who made me think it was possible,
Realizes that he was wrong?
