Not Enough

My eyes arent pretty enough And with all the girls at my school, the competition is tough I am the old toy broken and old, and the other girls are the clay that fit the mold I wish i was the only girl that you believed That God carefully constructed and weaved Do you even really care, what i think about you Because deep inside i like to think you do Every night i have a dream You ask me for my number, and with that i'd beam I know this are nothing but grim fantasies But sometimes they put my heart at ease If only one day the prince would pop up out of the story book and into my heart, you would have a look