Why would you tell me
We'll grow old 'til 70
When we're not that young to play games
And not that old to settle in

Why would you look at me
And tell me you always got my back
When I'm at my worst
And you are out of sight

Why would you think about me
Before you sleep and when you wake
When you wouldn't even think of me
In the middle of the day

And why would you ever say
To me, no one else will ever compare
When all I am feeling is
I'm never good enough for you to stay