I am not the most perfect and I'm not the most bright.
But I deserve better than what I'm getting. This really isn't right.
I could pretend like I'm tough even when I know I'm not that strong.
I could even brush it off like nothing is even wrong.
I could put up that wall and not let anybody in.
I could even tell everyone who's right that they are wrong.
I could tell the whole world that the tears aren't real,
I could tell all my friends that the cuts will eventually heal.
I could bottle it up and reassure everyone that I don't want to die.
I could look you in the face and tell you that if you left I wouldn't cry.
I could let you leave and not let it show how broken my heart is.
I could act and say I don't miss you when you call on the phone.
I am not the most perfect and I'm not the most bright. But I deserve better than what I'm getting. This really isn't right.
I treat you like a king, and I am treated like something lower than a slave.
I could tell you I don't love you no matter how much my heart aches.
I could tell you it doesn't bug me when you flirt with other girls.
I could pretend not to cry when I see you pass by.
I could pretend it doesn't hurt to tell you goodbye.
I could pretend I didn't write this but I just don't have it in me to lie.