Not you...me

If I were good enough then, I would have packed up my car, left the old life behind, and took away the one obstacle that kept us apart. I wasn't good enough then and now you're happy. That's all that matters.

If I were good enough now I wouldn't be retreating. I'd fight until you knew that I was better than the rest, but I'm not better the rest. I'm the worst of the bunch. And now you're confused. It's partly my fault. I'm sorry. That's all I have.

If I become good enough it'll shock me. Because despite what anyone says, I've never shown that I could be, only that I could fake it. I'm so tired of faking it. It's exhausting. And after all this, if I become good enough, will anyone believe it?