I know that I'm not perfect,
Or that I'm funny,
I may know books,
and a few odd facts,
but that doesn't mean,
I'm not worth it,
for when you leave me,
for someone like her,
the pain that i feel,
try and tell me thats not real,
try and tell me you love me,
stop messing with my head,
for the tears that I shed,
still fall down.