Me.
Such a shame to see. Such a lie to be. I feel so plain.
She.
Such a different breed. Such a fantasy. She's so unique.

And you take the best of me, full of tragedy, and cut the rope.
And you take what's left of me, some say self-esteem gives you hope.
Well let's hope.

I.
Such a sinful eye. Such a tainted smile. I'm like a clown.
Her.
Such a flawless mind, yet such a broken tide. She's so beyond.

And you take the worst from me, cancer cavities, turn to gold.
And you take what's left of me, some say shattered dreams, help unfold.
So let's unfold, tonight.

And you take the best of me, somehow out of me, and I turn to stone.
And you take what's left of me, yet some say company, makes you alone.
But I'm not alone.
Not at all.