you deserve nothing.

what makes you (me)  think you (i) deserve that kind of love?

...but who is to say that you (i) don't?

you (i) are (am) pretty. but it's the kind of runofthemill, typical beauty you (i) can find in any magazine ad, in the movies, but not under the nights sky. it's created with a flash and some smoothing.
you've (i've)  stolen my (your) friends.
you've (i've) kissed all of my (your) exboyfriends.
you (i) wear my (your) old clothes.
i (you) see you (me) through the glass, distorted.

and i (you) wonder....what makes you (me)  think you (i) deserve that kind of love?