It's a crying shame (and I'm crying …shame)
How much you affected me
Without ever giving me your affection.
When I looked at you, all I saw was the picture that you painted
The one that hid everything that you really were.
Did you look at me? Did you see anything before you
Besides a face with tears and scars?
There was more to me than that.
I was struggling to reach that level of perfection
That I knew was just beyond my stretch
Ignoring that my heart knew that you were laying out all your deception
For me to gobble up; they were just petty problems
But there was more to it than that.
I was wanting you to want me as I am
And not as I could be; I was tired
Of being changed by another and being made better
The affair was all but torture and you didn't realize
That there was more to it than that.
There's nothing wrong anymore
You left, and I went a separate way,
I'm more than alive now, I'm living
I've got your burdens off my back,
There's no more to it than that.