She's Beautiful,
And It's plain to see
She's perfect,
And not a thing like me,
She walks with no pain,
her voice like a charm,
she loves, being on your arm.
And I'm just me
simple me.
I wonder how,
I wonder If,
I ever made you happy.
I dont even know her,
but I can guess
that for you to love her
she must be one of the best.
I've heard some stories,
although they seem to be true,
they must be (must be)
accurate since shes got you.
And I wish I could see,
what you're doing to me,
it's pulling me apart,
piece by piece.
And I wish I could see,
what I'm doing to you,
after everything that I put you through.