I'm not pretty
i stutter
i can't sing or dance
i'm insucure
no boy ever takes a second look at me
but if i had someone to be there for me and tell me everything will be alright and hold me while i cry..
i'd be happy.

Misery is the disease you left spreading under my skin.

You gave me everything i ever wanted, except for you.

I think you're all i have, but you don't know.

I can see the chill air between us

I built for you in my heart.