I always open doors, I’m the one with the rose,
But it seems like the scent’s not the one you chose.
With a thousand smiles, I light up your day,
Yet somehow I’m the one who’s left in dismay.

They say it’s not me, oh no, it’s just you,
But I’ve heard that line a time or two.
Maybe it’s fate, or just bad luck,
But it seems my "perfect" just isn’t enough.

Guess I’m just too good to be true,
So amazing, I scare away you.
At least I’ve got my mirror to hold,
It never leaves, it’s never cold.

I cook your favorite meal, I laugh at your jokes,
But I guess perfection’s not what provokes.
I listen and care, I give it my all,
But it seems my best’s just too small.

They say the problem’s not with me,
It’s just timing or destiny.
Maybe it’s just how the story goes,
The better you are, the more you’re alone.

Guess I’m just too good to be true,
So amazing, I scare away you.
At least I’ve got my mirror to hold,
It never leaves, it’s never cold.

Oh, I’ve got it all, I’m such a catch,
But maybe that’s why I’m hard to match.
So here’s to me, and my solo ride,
At least I’ve got myself by my side.

Guess I’m just too good to be true,
So amazing, I scare away you.
At least I’ve got my mirror to hold,
It never leaves, it’s never cold.

And if being perfect means being alone,
Then I’ll shine brighter, all on my own.