Am I weak for not being able to hold anger?
For forgiving those who’ve done me wrong?
Those who’ve to fool me into thinking in their hearts is where I belong?

Am I not good enough for them to love?
Am I a pigeon and not a dove>
Is there something wrong with me that I can’t see?

Being alone, is that my destiny?
Forever heartbroken feeling agony?
I guess I’m not good enough for a guy.

When you said you loved me,
I should have looked you in the eye,
Saw what you were planning,
Dropping me from the sky.

Once you used your sweet lies,
To place me on cloud nine.
When I said I loved you,
My love you did not decline.
You played me, now you’ve hurt me.
But I’m used to it, so I guess I’m fine.