I am terrified, When I look into those bright blue eyes. I'm not sorry that I lied, And that I created this disguise. You are the fear held within me, Torturing my every thought, For I know what we should be, No, I know that we could be a lot. You think that I'm too good for you, But deep inside of me I know, That I don't deserve a boy like you, Not for a girl who lives with woe. I have known such things for far too long, After three great years and a million songs.