I know she doesn’t mind
I know I’m not worthy of her love
her time her gratitude
I’m not good enough
Even for the waiting list
I have never made to the waiting list
she had me on the go..
I’m just disposable
I might have wanted to be indispensable
I guess it was a beautiful dream
I gotta dream another dream
and leave her and me
she doesn’t want
me and her become us
I know that
it still hurts
(and what about now?)
