Why

Why are you talking to me
You know I'm not the hero
I once tried to be
You know I walked out on that
and left my pride to shame
you know I'm not everything
or anything I once claimed
Why are you talking to me
from way up in the cold
you know I'm not a hook up girl
or story to be told
why are you talking to me
I was not the it girl of the time
I am guarded and insecure
and still holding to a line
Oh you were so pretty
yet insanely unrefined
walking straight in pressed clothes
but understanidng of ryhmes
you would even sing
if that bar had the right tune
and there was no one quite as proud as you
you were the hero and I never was
so why would you talk to me
is it just because?