| Not Good Enough Not to cry for you, not to see you, not to look at your dirt, not to hurt you, not to think of you, not to fall for you-- not good enough at all. For you to hear me, for you to see me, for you to look at my feelings, for you to help me, for you to like me, for you to consider me-- not good enough. There are echoes in all of my words of what I really want to say to you; can you hear them? Can you hear me when I scream, can you hear me when I faint, can you hear me when I swerve to your side, can you hear me when I jump down from my goals for you? There are echoes in all of my words of what I really want to say to you; can you hear them? Wishing I could hate you, wishing I could kiss you, wishing I could punch you, wishing I could do you, wishing I could see you, wishing I could forget you-- I'm not good enough. Hating that you insult me, hating that you smile, hating that you look down on me, hating that you can move me, hating that you worship you, hating that you know me, I'm not good enough. There are echoes in all of my words of what I really want to say to you; can you hear them? Can you hear me when I cry, can you hear me when I smile, can you hear me when I switch gears to you, can you hear me when I crash down from my dreams for you? There are echoes in all of my words of what I really want to say to you; can you hear them? No, I can't ever be good enough for you. I try to look my best, I try to be so smart, I try to flatter your head. I try to be myself, I try to be what you want, but you can't try and be my friend. Cursing you so strongly, begging for your pity, forgetting what I want to say, starting things so badly, ending things so quickly, I never say what I want to say. In all my words, you can hear more. I can't just say one thing, and mean only that. I am the voice, you are the cave, can't you listen to my echoes, can't you listen to my words. There are echoes in all of my words of what I really want to say to you; can you hear them? Can you hear me when I beg, can you hear me when I fall, can you hear me when I pass to you, can you hear me when I crumble down from my pain from you? There are echoes in all of my words of what I really want to say to you; can you hear them? |
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