They said I could never be loved,
because my hair wasn't cool,
my fashion sense wasn't hot,
and I had a microscopic tool.

They said I could never be loved,
that I was a disfigured freak,
And along with that ,
I was somewhat of a geek.

They said I could never be loved,
because unlike a star I had no charm,
just a presence without any meaning,
like some ordinary cow at a farm.

I remember meeting a boy like me,
who enjoyed more of the scenic routes,
Who lacked confidence like me,
and never really asked any girls out.

I remember meeting a boy like me,
who knew of what love truly meant,
I remember meeting a boy like me,
Who had a girl to help straighten his world when it bent.