I’m not your dream girl
I’m not pretty
That I feel this way
Because I liked you
I couldn’t like someone else
You never noticed
You could never see
And most of all, I’m sorry
That that girl couldn’t be me.
I’ve asked it before, I’ll ask it again
What does she have that I don’t?
I know I’m not perfect.
But is SHE perfect? Is she?
She may be perfect in your eyes
And I know that I can never make you love me…
I hate just watching your heart break
Whenever you see her with another guy.
Have you ever thought that
Maybe what you feel is what I feel?
And I don’t know I don’t have the right
To tell you not to keep looking at her
I can only stand on the side
While you suffer.