I know I won't be enough
when I'll be laying in your arms.
I will never be enough for you
for I am merely a substitute;
totally unworthy of attention,
starving for your love and affection.
You said you loved me. Don't make me laugh,
I don't even look half as good as she does.
I'm not even sure if I do look good enough,
or if you're just lying too much.
Way too many scars
that I carved on this body of mine,
they were nothing but
a great waste of time.
As for loving you, or desperately trying to,
it was burning me alive,
keeping me from telling you;
telling you those words I fear,
telling you that I would want you here
pressed against my chest,
if you actually wanted me,
no one else.
If only you could see,
so that I can rest in peace.
