Taunted, beaten on countlessly, tortured.
Sure, I'm not perfect, I'm me.
Am I really fat? Am I really uncute?
I know my cooking is bad, but I try, for you.
I want to make you smile, when all you do is frown.
They can cook, they have great bodies, but, you don't see them that way, right?
Sure, I'm not first choice, but am I that bad?
I try to be nice...
But, if you keep taunting me, I'll get mad.
If you don't like me when I'm mad, then why do you tease me?
Am I really cute when I smile?
Did you really mean that?
Would you really kill for me?
Or, did you just say that to scare?
Why do you constantly protect me when you say you don't care?
Is it that you do?
Am I really that worth it?
Am I?