• Out of all the questions
    I'd have to say.
    "Why me?" has come up
    the most each day.

    I have a lisp.
    I squint to much.
    My glasses make me look like Harry potter.
    Dorky red hair,
    Zits everywhere.
    And frankly Steve Urkle probably looked hotter.

    I don't have job.
    I don't have a car.
    No money to my name.
    Cell phone's broke,
    I act so feminine
    people think I'm gay.

    My teeth aren’t white
    I'm not that bright.
    Common sense ain't my thing.
    I can't dance right.
    My music is scary.
    Lord knows I can't sing.

    Lie again and say you love me,
    and for once I might think its true.
    But every night I pray to the lord above,
    thanking god I have an angel like you.