If I were worth something, maybe her mind would change
I'd do something great, and nothing deranged
I would run a thousands miles, or climb a mountain
I'd seem the deepest ocean, or maybe just a fountain
I'd do something to be worthwhile of having around
Instead of just some insect, lying on the ground
Something so wonderful, so incredible and great
That she'll want me around, but even then a life mate?
Once my use is gone and I'm worthless once more
I'll just be the same old, pathetic, and poor...me...