How could I ever be worthy
Of someone such as you
When I have so little to offer
With millions of people in this world
What could possibly make me special
Enough to the point of being yours
How could I ever hope to win
A prize as great as your heart
With naught but my bare hands
I must be strong
In the face of such hopelessness
But what good would hope be
When there’s no way to get what I want
No reason for you to choose me over any other
Other than my love
