if i'm not enough for you

in the distant inner city light, we stare mankind right in the eyes, she says i love you but it's not enough, cause she's a rich girl and i'm nothing but a fake, my shoes are lined with sellotape, and i'm not fooing anyone with my sad heart, so if i'm not enough for you, won't you take some pity on me please, and do whatever you must do, well let me down real easily, and in the distant city burst of flames?, and i can't help feel that i am to blame, cause i could be a rich man but my wealths not made of things, it comes out sometimes when i sing, my spine is too thick and my nerves are made of strings, so if i'm not enough for you, won't you take some pity on me please, and do whatever you must do, but let me down real easily