I learned the truth at 27
That love is really meant for no one
Still I tried to be a beauty queen
I have fit myself into smaller spaces
Tried on a thousand faces
In some vague attempt to be seen
It's the almost, almost that tears me wide open
Almost good enough
Almost whole and I've almost been broken
Unlearning how to stay unloved
Do you remember when you told me
You'd do anything to keep me
And how quickly you forgot
Did I ask the impossible
When I needed tenderness
Did I ask you to be someone you're not
It's the almost, almost that kills me
Thinking I am a just little better than anyone else sees
I'm eighty cents looking for a dollar
A rescued kitten too good for her collar
That love is really meant for no one
Still I tried to be a beauty queen
I have fit myself into smaller spaces
Tried on a thousand faces
In some vague attempt to be seen
It's the almost, almost that tears me wide open
Almost good enough
Almost whole and I've almost been broken
Unlearning how to stay unloved
Do you remember when you told me
You'd do anything to keep me
And how quickly you forgot
Did I ask the impossible
When I needed tenderness
Did I ask you to be someone you're not
It's the almost, almost that kills me
Thinking I am a just little better than anyone else sees
I'm eighty cents looking for a dollar
A rescued kitten too good for her collar
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