I have this feeling inside
that I wouldn't like me
if I met me.

seems like a losing fight, 
if you could see it through my eyes,
then you'd believe me. 

The truth is that I'm overrated, 
I can't think straight,
I'm formulaic.
The truth is that it's sad to say it,
but you can't help me.

You,
you don't see me that way.
You hear the words that I say,
you just tell me my heart's in the right place,
it's the world that's confused,
and it's never too late,
to save a hopeless case.

I've always known a ghost like me,
can disappear in a moment.
I'm my own worst casualty,
anything I touch can be broken.

The truth is that I'm self-destructive, 
I'm insecure, 
I'm out of focus.
The truth is that I've had enough 
but you still help me. 

You,
you don't see me that way.
You hear the words that I say,
you just tell me my heart's in the right place,
(You hear the words that I say)
it's the world that's confused,
(You hear the words that I say)
and it's never too late
to save a hopeless case.

You're giving me perspective, 
it's better than mine, 
and I'll still be defective 
and you're wasting your time.

The truth is that I'm self-destructive, 
I'm insecure, 
I'm out of focus. 
The truth is that I've had enough,
but you still help me

You,
you don't see me that way.
You hear the words that I say,
you just tell me my heart's in the right place,
(You hear the words that I say)
it's the world that's confused,
(You hear the words that I say)
and it's never too late
to save a hopeless case.
(You hear the words that I say)
and my head is on straight,
(You hear the words that I say)
and it's never too late 
to save a hopeless case.