I know I'm not worth your words, your ways.
I know the truth even when you say
Those pretty words that are meant
To make me bend down to your will.

But even then,
Can’t you pretend
That I am more than nothing?
That I meant something to you?
That I mean something still?

I see that I'm not worth your time,
That I am yours, but you won’t be mine,
And I wonder if you know how much pain
That pining away for you has caused.

But even then,
Can’t you pretend
That I am more than nothing?
That I meant something to you?
That I mean something still?