Imperfection

I know I'm not beautiful
and i know I'm not rich
I know i'm not perfect
and at times can be a *itch

but i don't know what else to do
to let my feelings show
but obviously it is more
than you'll ever know

I'm tired of hurting
I'm tired of crying
I'm tired of being controlled
and I'm tired of lying...to myself

all i wanted was to be loved
all i needed was for you to care
but now our child is the only thing we share

my dreams are all gone
I don't know what to do
there is no more passion
and i cant bring myself to tell you

I wanted things to work
i wanted us to be happy
but it takes two to make a happy ending.