I taught myself to believe
That you were better than that
That you were not the guy everyone told me you were
I taught myself to believe
That you're mistakes were not the usual you
That you were actually really nice
I taught myself to believe
That you were a genuine boy
And when push came to shove, you cared about me
I taught myself to believe
That you were perfect
And that everything would be wonderful if I could call you mine
But after all that teaching
I learned that I was wrong
Now I'm stuck crying alone...