am i to blame
for the version of me
you had in your mind
a glowing trophy sitting on
some pedestal way up high
who is really responsible
when i start to tumble down
is it my fault if you don’t like
the way i look on the ground
you’re in love
with who you wish i was
and that is such a shame
because
i just want to love you
imperfectly, insatiably
but it will never
be enough, because
you’re in love
with who you wish i was
i’m no angel
i haven’t earned any wings
this isn’t a fairy tale
you’re no noble king
but as the light
of this broken halo
starts to die
so does the light
that shines at me
from your eyes
i just want to love you
wholly, unconditionally
but nothing i do now
will ever be enough
because you’ll never love me
like who you wish i was