He loves the girl who smiles and tell jokes,
who would bother him from time to time
yet he still finds it attractive.
He loves the girl who is clever and creative,
someone whose ideas you will grow to love.
He cannot stop talking to her because she is simply charming,
who he finds so mysterious because he can never guess what
she's thinking.

I am sad and pathetic,
totally not clever or charming.
My mood is a roller coaster that seems to bother you so much.
Smiles that don't reach my eyes because they're filled with tears.
I am nothing but trouble,
and a wreck whose life has no direction.