I used to dream, to wait, to fight,
But after all, I guess you’re right
And no matter what I do,
I’m good for anything but you.
I don’t deserve your face,
Your grace,
Your gaze,
Your blaze,
Your smile’s rays,
Your might,
Your height,
Your light,
Your white,
Your eyes,
Your tries,
Your endless lies,
This chain,
This pain,
These tears
And fears,
The disappointment of the years.
My dear, you’re right. This love is wrong.
I don’t deserve to cry that long
And it is vivid, can’t you see?
You’re good for anything but me.