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I used to be good for you But now I'm good enough for nothing and no one Don't know where's my know-how About this strange love thing I do. I sit here in silence as I watch your thoughts dirge 'cross your face You say you feel sick, well I'm feeling sick now as I say, "I'm not your Messiah." Still, I'm too much of a saint to tell you I'm tired of tiptoeing around, all around myself You see I've misplaced my God And replaced it with something else I don't' want to say it Cause you know if you don't say it, it's not real Still I can't go in silence cause I think and I breathe and I feel I wish you'd realize that I'm never gonna be your beck and call girl I used to be good for you But now I'm good enough for nothing and no one Don't know where's my know-how About this strange love thing I do. From Letras Mania