Why can’t I tell you?

Why don’t I have the guts?

Everyone thinks I should…

But I’m scared.

Scared of your rejection

Because I know what will happen.

You call yourself inferior

Yet demand perfection in a girl.

I can’t live up to the standard you deserve.

Just look at the girls you picked out:

A gorgeous classmate

Who had all the class smitten.

A good friend

Filthy rich, with the looks to go with it.

Then you chose a team-mate

A ballerina… and her class calls her

“the goddess”

So that’s what you want.

But I can’t offer any of that.

I know now why you don’t want me

Why I have no chance.

I’m just not good enough

Because I’m not perfect.