Why would you want to love me? I don't understand;
I have nothing to offer, nothing to give--
There will always be someone else; someone better
Who has all I have but can do so much more
While I sit back, looking through my picture window,
Out at the world.
What makes me so different? I don't think you see,
the darkness that broods inside of me.
I'm a puppet to societya heart that gives but doesn't wish to receive
who wants nothing more than to change the world
Somehow, someway, so it'