I have this feeling inside
that I wouldn't like me
if I met me.
seems like a losing fight,
if you could see it through my eyes,
then you'd believe me.
The truth is that I'm overrated,
I can't think straight,
I'm formulaic.
The truth is that it's sad to say it,
but you can't help me.
You,
you don't see me that way.
You hear the words that I say,
you just tell me my heart's in the right place,
it's the world that's confused,
and it's never too late,
to save a hopeless case.
I've always known a ghost like me,
can disappear in a moment.
I'm my own worst casualty,
anything I touch can be broken.
The truth is that I'm self-destructive,
I'm insecure,
I'm out of focus.
The truth is that I've had enough
but you still help me.
You,
you don't see me that way.
You hear the words that I say,
you just tell me my heart's in the right place,
(You hear the words that I say)
it's the world that's confused,
(You hear the words that I say)
and it's never too late
to save a hopeless case.
You're giving me perspective,
it's better than mine,
and I'll still be defective
and you're wasting your time.
The truth is that I'm self-destructive,
I'm insecure,
I'm out of focus.
The truth is that I've had enough,
but you still help me
You,
you don't see me that way.
You hear the words that I say,
you just tell me my heart's in the right place,
(You hear the words that I say)
it's the world that's confused,
(You hear the words that I say)
and it's never too late
to save a hopeless case.
(You hear the words that I say)
and my head is on straight,
(You hear the words that I say)
and it's never too late
to save a hopeless case.