Of all there people you could be with.
You choose me.

Are you that unlucky?
Are you crazy?

Your not ugly, or dumb.

Why be with me?
Plain, old, boring me.
Hell your a lot of fun!

So many others, 7 billion others.
Why me?

I don't mind being alone.
It's quite a feet to hold one's own.

The thing is, sometimes I want somebody.
I mean anybody.

I can be by myself, but that doesn't mean i want to.
I want to have somebody else.

Somebody to say good morning and good night.
Somebody to kiss me with such delight.

A person to be with, a person to hold.
Somebody kind and somebody bold.

Company is what I seek.
When the days seem to get so bleak.

Somebody to make me laugh and make me cry.
A person who will never say goodbye.

Somebody to call my own.
Somebody to be buried with me and share my gravestone.

The Mean Girls are today are worse than they were yesterday.
The cliques are less important than what they do to the ugly chicks.

" IM SO UGLY" they say, but look the other way.
"No bae don't be that way their boyfriends say"

Now they look at you with a smirk, that's just one of their cute perks.
With a look as if to say, your not pretty, definitely not today.

They obviously weren't talking about themselves.
They are beautiful, and that's the truth.
The truth is that the one who they were talking about was you.