I feel like the fool,
Trying hard to impress you,
Trying hard to invite you,
But it's all a lost cause,
The reason being is I have flaws,
And no one really likes that.
I can't see myself any other way,
But you can't understand what I say.
I feel less than, been that way for a while
Through everything, all the fires and trials
I come to a place where I'm in dire need,
Sacrificing **** just to be pleased.
What the **** does that mean?
Am I alone in this ******* daydream?
Does it mean you won't talk to me,
Just because I seem differently?