You cannot tell me these things if I don't believe them my self.
Only I can determine my own self wealth
You can't tell me I'm beautiful, because that is not  true
If I was so beautiful, why do I only hear it from only you?
You say your hands shake, your heart skips beats with me
I get them too, they are more scary than friendly
I overthink things, quite often than you see
I fear that you will move on and let fragile me be
Your the amazing one, I love you to be honest
But you loving me , now that is no contest
I don't deserve to be loved, that I believe is true.
I'm an emotional wreck, very sad, very blue