I seek my worth in others
Live on "sorry to bothers"
And find my world in books
As reality won't let me close

I deprive myself
Of things that I don't have
And for you I think
I cannot prove less

I observe, I'm like a house plant
And the worst thing is,
I never start,
I just say I can't

And sometimes all I feel is fear
For me, nothing is ever clear
And I could shed a thousand tear,
I'm always gone to be right here.