when i was four and they threw sand in my eyes & me out of the box i cried so hard i couldn't see and you still told me i was too special for them to see what they're missing
i'm blind to you, now when i was chubby 8th grade and no one else loved me you still told me how beautiful i was and that you would always see me that way
how ugly am i to you, now
when i was purple haired and fifteen you bailed me out of jail you still told me even if i was wrong you could never leave me there
you bail on me, now
when i got stood up you took me to prom anyway you still told me i will always be there for you especially when others won't
you stand me up, now
do you remember how proud you were when you still told me ill always be your child
somehow i must be adopted, now
i may be pregnant i may be gay i may be high i may be sick i may be dying