I hang my head low, hair drenched in shame
My mind can’t forget this person; this name
How sad it is to watch the tables turn
This uncountable number, undesired yearn
It feels like my whole body’s a bruise
Why can't I be the one that you choose
Your good enough for me, aren’t I good enough for you?
I think from the start I subconsciously knew
You would never pick me, nobody does
I’ll live in solitude, lonely because
I wasn’t good enough, what can I change
I know that sometimes I'm quiet and strange
I’ll live my life; from beginning to end
With the wounds you gave me, the wounds that won’t mend
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