Before we do the love game,
And court each other in a dance.
I’d like to tell a few things,
About why I think I am not worth a chance…

I’m usually sad and quite depressed,
And I don’t do what I’m told.
I get too mad or just too sad,
I complain when I’m cold.
I get sick a lot, my burps aren’t soft,
You won’t ever see my floor.
My hairs a mess, my life’s in distress,
And usually I am quite a bore.
I talk too much, I eat your lunch,
I won’t share all my snacks.
I’ll hide some stuff and contemplate:
If what we have is getting rough?
I’ll monologue and talk the talk
And most likely will annoy.
I’ll ask for hugs, I’ll kiss too much,
Most likely pinch and cause sores.
I won’t hold back, even with your dad,
I’ll tell him all the bores.
I will pretend, I’m all upheld,
But really, I’m quite down low.
I won’t just stop, will be on top,
Until I need a hug.
I will kick in sleep, plus cry and weep,
You won’t ever hear an end.
But when you’re sad, I will put all of that,
To the side and just listen in.
I will be the one, who will just have fun,
Whenever you are ill.
I will make soup and cook your food,
Whenever you can’t stand still,
I will make sure, you’re loved and more,
Worshiped like a god.
I will change my plans, I’ll buy you pants,
I will always put you in socks!
I will never really, let you go,
Especially if you’re cold.
I’ll never stop, I will just laugh,
Whenever you will joke.
I’ll never say, I am all that great,
Unless you want me to.
I will make sure, you will dance and soar,
Until my last few days.
And when you’re sick or ill or ******,
I will just hug you and say:
“You knew what was coming,
I told you I will annoy,
It’s not my fault you fell for this,
Now your soul is mine to adore.”