Why?
Why am I not good enough to catch your eye?

Sure she dresses more feminine,
But I wrestle best in denim.

Sure she’s tall and elegant,
But I am short and my free spirit’s evident,

Yes ok she’s gorgeous,
With all the time she spends to look flawless,
But I’m ok with my little bit of eyeliner,
Because it’s not my definer,

Sure she laughs at everything you say,
Thinking she’s putting her sense of humour on display,
But I can laugh too,
And still take you serious because my thoughts are true,

Sure she acts naïve,
But my “blonde” moments are genuine,
I don’t need to make believe,
Because I know what I can and cannot achieve,

Yes she makes you believe she’s exactly what you want,
Without her to breath you simply can’t,
And you believe her because she believes herself,
Until your belief to want her, your mind engulfs,

She’s a so called "GODS gift to men",
And those who oppose this she will condemn,
And girls like me who can’t stand a chance,
Well I’m overwhelmed If you just grace me with a second glance,

But I am gift too you know,
I am the high spirits to all you owe,
If only deeper you would look,
You’d see what patients it took,

I’m a gift too,
Because I have not lied to you,
I’m not making u believe I am "perfect"
Because that is not in any way correct,
I am only human,
I am real,
I am a human,
And like you I feel,

So stop it,
Stop looking past me,
In your world she does not fit,
Cant you that see,

Stop looking over my head,
Stop searching for another,
Before my love is dead,
And you want me but my hearts with any other.

Stop looking past me…