Everything I do, means nothing to you.
Every choice I make, are all mistakes.
Why can't you be proud? Like you say you do.
It never shows on your face. So I must be nothing but a disgrace.
I'm tired of never feeling worth it. Can't you make me feel worth it?
For once I want to mean something.
Everything you do, means everything to me.
Every choice you make, is nowhere near a mistake.
Why can't I be mad? Like I say I do.
It never shows on my face, because you're not a disgrace.