It’s more than you that comes with the territory

Girls far prettier than I entranced by your allure

Their pursuits of you behind my back frighten me

You tell me all, but I’ll still never feel secure


Instead of becoming your ideal to over compensate my inadequacies

Of face, of flair, and all round appeal

I become jealous

Lose my lust for life, and my zeal


Solidify the memory of my needy tears in your mind

Again, again, and again

The qualities I wish to find

By their own virtue ensure

I’ll never be effortless






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