You liked me for what you saw, for what  was skin deep.
You liked the decorative icing on the cake.
You did not know what lay beneath.
Was I dry, moldy or a fake.

You did not know my regrets, the things I've done wrong;
You did not know the secrets that I've kept for so long.
But you were perfect; maybe too perfect for me.
I was not worthy of you but perfect I'd be.

If you just wait for a while and give me some time
I would be perfect but right now I'm not worth a dime.