Don't think I didn't notice the way you looked at me sometimes
That room wasn't the first time I had noticed your eyes

You may be perfect on paper,
but you had no problem kissing her

I am done.
Done with people telling me I’m not calm enough, quiet enough, or pretty enough for them.
I am who I am.
I’m sorry I don’t behave like a placid lake, sound like a mouse, or look like a model.
I am done.

You’re no good for me
But thoughts of you won’t let me be
Oh, please, set me free

memories gone and skills lost
we can be cured at what cost