Out of all the souls that are walking this world,
Why do I have to like you?
The one with the killer smile,
the laugh and voice that makes me happy
and just receiving attention from you for a second
brings me joy.
I'm pitiful and pathetic,
you're popular and strong.
Everyone wants you so I'm just another ant in the anthill,
aren't I?
Why must I love you,
The one who will never give a **** about me?