She has what I don't

It wasn’t like I really thought he would
Ever want to care for such a creature
Especially the more he understood
Saw all the poor cracks in every feature

Of course he would want a girl just like her
With hair that doesn’t curl in water
And eyes that comply and stay demure
Perfectly worthy of what you bought her

I look at myself, at my reflection
So many stories, so many sorrows
Every single thing laced with imperfection
And a sense of the evening’s cold tomorrows

Well of course he would want her and not me
I knew all along, but didn’t want to see…