Was I too shy,
Maybe I was too comfortably loud by the time I said goodbye

Or maybe it was in fact my looks,
Could it be, I wasn't pretty enough in your books

Was it the way that I talked,
Or everything I did
Made you want to leave the table
and forget the fact that I ever looked stable

Because I fall apart often,
And I'm fragile as hell

But you opened me like a book
And I read one too many chapters

Suddenly I've fallen
My imperfections have shown

And it scares me to think my cards are out,
The poker face you have is leaving me with doubt