I\'m not sure why she even loved me,
when I\'ve never liked any part of myself.
Of me I can\'t figure out what she would see,
never having any talents or given wealth.
Looking back with her I believed,
looking into her eyes I could see.
Being with her the stories we weaved,
being with her I was able to be me.
Now I look back watching that past,
the memories remembering our dreams.
Together we said our love would last,
and yet it fell apart at the seams.