Because of the one I've admired for so long,
I'm stricken with a sense of sadness.
Not good enough, Never have been-never will.
Played for a fool once again. I've heard
everyone has one weakness. Mine is the
cunning eyes, the twisted lies, and the
beautiful faces of the opposite sex.
I can't understand why this always
happens. I think it is God's way of
kicking me in the face. I'm not meant
to be happy. I'm not meant to be loved.
I don't know why. I don't see anything
wrong with me. Tell me what's wrong
with me, and maybe I can fix it. I
can live on some false hope that someday
I'll be good enough for someone. I always
seem too full for the ones that make me
believe this time will be different, but
they all end up the same. They are all
the same. Seems like Cupid keeps shooting
me, but instead of the love-I only get
the pain of his arrows.