Alone once again
Feeling hopeless, rejected and used
Reaching out for someone else who never seems to care
Really what's the use
When I'm always only
Not quite important enough for anyone
Oh there's no one special out there for me
Oh so imperfect me
My happiness never really started before it was already gone
All I ever get is a vague untrue glimpse
I guess I can never see through lies
when I'm easily smitten.
It should come as no surprise
When money really is the only thing
that buys anyone's love these days.
I guess it was naive to think you were different
That I meant anything to anyone during these cold lonely days
and tiresome empty nights.
Where people only accept the superficial perfect ideal
A criteria that a freak like me could never meet
So I guess it should come as no surprise
That again I ended up only being