not skinny enough. not good enough. not pretty enough.
You lead me on, break my heart, and still ask to be my friend. It’s too bad it doesn’t quite work like that. I’m no ones second choice. I won’t let you walk all over me and string me along so you can just use me when you feel like it. I’ve finally realized i deserve someone so much better. And that person is not, nor ever will be YOU.
