Letting you read this
Is like stripping myself naked
And letting you inspect
My carefully concealed flaws
And feeling your scorn...
But you have sex with me anyway
And criticize my imperfect face
Imperfect body, imperfect technique
But you know that my heart was not there
But why give your heart to someone heartless
If I've failed before I begin, why try
But I do it anyway and invite your scorn