And I glaze the mirror
Asking myself
How could've he liked a girl like me?
Chubby cheeks, sunburned nose
Crooked eyebrows and ears,
that don't hear most
Hanging eyebags, sad doe eyes
and some teeth, which I despise
All in all, but it's no suprise
Loving one like me
Is as hard as it can be
Stop looking at me.