A teardrop falls on tissue paper
A child's toy falls on the forest floor
A precious stone is thrown away, accidentally
In time these things are lost
Forgotten, faded
Like me

Was I good enough?
Was I even okay?
I've stopped asking these questions
By now I know
It doesn't matter what I do
Doesn't matter how pretty I smile

A teardrop dries and the paper is untarnished
The child grows older and moves on
The stone is replaced by another
And without me your life will be the same
Without me means nothing to you

I know
I know
I'll wash off