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.