The joy that you bring me,
I doubt that you'll truely really ever know.
You make me feel so special,
Why you even bother, I do not know.
If I was you, I'd have given up long ago,
For I am truely a lost cause in my eyes.

I don't think that I am worthy enough.
Just look at yourself,
I mean really take a look.
Now then look at me.
I hope now that you understand
of what I mean.

You think of me as an Angel,
like I am the end all,
the best thing in the world.
I may not know much,
but this I think I do ... I'm not.
I'm anything but.

I know that this makes you mad,
the way I always say the opposite
of all the good things that you say,
to and about me,
well sorry for that.
Truely I am.

But it's the way that I feel,
and the way that I think.
Can't change my way.
Not for you, not for me ... or anyone else.
You shall have to get used to it.
If you choose to stand by me ... why do you?

Written: Wednesday 26 December 2001