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I know what my problem is tooI'm pathetic and I'm nothing specialShe's embarrassed of meIt's sad but who am I to say anythingLiking someone who shinesIf there is a standardI don't understand but I have nothing to sayBecause I'm a quiet person with glassesI love you this much, I want you this muchBut I can't do anything, I can only lookBut do I make you that uncomfortable? Am I the bad one?But tomorrow, she will just show her back to me againNow I know what I need to doI need to give it all up and hold it inI wanted to be like your hotshot boyfriend but it's impossibleLiking someone who shinesIf there is a standardI don't understand but I have nothing to sayBecause I'm a quiet person with glassesI love you this much, I want you this muchBut I can't do anything, I can only lookBut do I make you that uncomfortable? Am I the bad one?But tomorrow, she will just...Why am I like this? Why do I look like this? Why am I in this kind of love?But I can't do anything, I can only lookBut do I make you that uncomfortable? Am I the bad one?But tomorrow, she will just...I know what my problem is too

I know what my problem is too
I 'm pathetic and I' m nothing special
She 's embarrassed of me
It' s sad but who am I to say. Anything

Liking someone who shines
If there is a standard
I don 't understand but I have nothing to say
Because I m a quiet.' Person with glasses

I love you, this much I want you this much
But I can ', t do anything I can only look
But do I make you. That uncomfortable?Am I the bad one?
But tomorrow she will, just show her back to me again

Now I know what I need to do
I need to give it. All up and hold it in
I wanted to be like your hotshot boyfriend but it 's impossible

Liking someone who shines
If there. Is a standard
I don 't understand but I have nothing to say
Because I' m a quiet person with glasses

I love you, this much. I want you this much
.But I can ', t do anything I can only look
But do I make you that uncomfortable? Am I the bad one?
But tomorrow she will,, Just...
Why am I like this? Why do I look like this? Why am I in this kind of love?
But I can ', t do anything I can only look
But. Do I make you that uncomfortable? Am I the bad one?
But tomorrow she will, just...

I know what my problem is too.