I would have never thought
That I would ever be loved
No matter how hard I fought.
How many times
Must I cry out
With these pathetic rhymes?
I know I'm not the best
That I'm different and odd
But I don't want to be like the rest.
Through the darkest hours
I was considered dead
My coffin lined with flowers.
The flowers were there
Because of those who loved me
Even though it's not fair.
Aug 26, 2010
Aug 26, 2010 at 8:27 PM UTC
I would have never thought
That I would ever be loved
No matter how hard I fought.
How many times
Must I cry out
With these pathetic rhymes?
I know I'm not the best
That I'm different and odd
But I don't want to be like the rest.
Through the darkest hours
I was considered dead
My coffin lined with flowers.
The flowers were there
Because of those who loved me
Even though it's not fair.
ⓒ Moco's Mind