It's funny to me how he tries,
Attempts to do
The same little things you used to,
And he expects the same results.
He tries so hard
When they were natural to you.
He can't even hold me like you used to.
All those spots you had,
He can't find one;
Or, maybe, it's just because
Those spots only worked for you.
That would make sense.
Serves him right, too.
I mean, how dare he try to be you?!
Does he think that's the only way into my heart?
How could I ever love him for him if he's trying to be you?
I won't. I can't. It's not fair to,
After everything I've already been through,
Ask me to fall in love with a knock-off you.