Tell me I'm stupid Ugly, or that I don't matter Tell me I'm worthless That I'm getting fatter But don't tell me That I'm not trying hard enough Because the **** I'm going through Is pretty rough And I'm doing my best And giving it my all And it's not my fault You only notice when I fall
Now you've done it. Why do you like stealing things? First it was my pencil. Then my notebook. And then you took both And wrote me a note A message That I remember distinctly said: "Hey. We should go out. Want to?" And as I grabbed for my purple ink pen To write back "Sure," I realized You had stolen my pen as well.