What I once used to think about all good things
seems to have faltered.
What I once used to feel about the good things in life
seems to not feel just as good as it used to.
What I once used to have in a real good way in this life
seems to have dissipated into only a memory.
Doesn’t it seem?

For this isn’t a fairytale
even though I keep waking up every morning
and praying that it is.
Even though I keep turning the page every day
and hoping that it’ll be a different ending.
That perhaps maybe,
just maybe—
you’ll turn up at the last minute
and tell me that you love me way too much
to let me go. You love me way too much
to marry someone else, you love me
way too much to go forth through life
with someone else knowing you will
never ever see me again.
But it’s okay, you’re okay
and you’re letting me go.
I am just not good enough
(oh, my fingers become weak at the keys).
I am just not good enough.
I am just not good enough.

And I used to feel good with my father to listen to me and hold my hand
I used to feel good about a run in the rain
and a thick turkey in my stomach
I used to feel good about love.

But now…
I am scared to death.
Because my heart is broken,
my mind is locked in frozen,
my heart is broken.
And all I want to do is love you.

But like my mother when I was a little girl crying on the kitchen floor,
like my dead father, being the daddy’s little girl
you cannot be here to love me,
you will not love me
I shall not be loved by you.

And I feel no love.