She saw his eyes across the room
Ridden with poison and arrows shooting back at hers
She knew she'd never be good enough for him
But lord knows she wanted to try
She wasn't the prettiest girl
Nor was she the smartest
In her corner she'd sit
Slitting her wrist to get rid of the imperfection
Alone in her corner she prefered to be
Watching from a distance
After all fantasies are better than rejection
