Can I call the Coast Guard? I think I'm in over my head...

Forget about the useless words, the whole hearted verbs and my countless blurbs.
I'm just a bull in a china shop, the headlining reads she's nothing but disaster.
I spill my soul onto a canvas for you, but you just shoot at my (de)feet and tell me to dance. I can't take it right now, and I only heard the words yesterday, so somehow I know this thing could get harder. I wish I could see your smile again, but I just knew it was useless for me to even dream.
"She's Ms. America and I'm just the girl next door."
I know I'm more than the girl next door, because I won't let people have their memory of me be a dull one. I'm a razor in the way that I should cut through your mind, scarring only the best thoughts. But, I still know that when the time comes, and the seasons change, you won't care about me.
And the truth in the matter is that I don't think that I could handle this heartbreak. love in first sight is a bitch, but lose in first love is even harder. And right now I'm the worse player, my score a messily little 0, compared to the all states perfect record.
I knew I was in over my head, and head over heels, but my heart's the worse candidate at the moment.
-sigh- let me mold into what you want because I know that what I am isn't who you want me to be.
It's bad, but it's true.
I'm going to go watch a good John Hughes movie and just remind myself that I could never be Pretty in Pi/u/nk.