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Some times I wish that I were you

The top of the class; the popular few

Alone in my desk; a corner seat

I stare as you and all your friends meet



Why wasn't I born with that beautiful hair

Those creamy soft cheeks; that baby blue stare

Instead here I am with my glasses; myself

An ugly creation for the hidden back shelf



Didn't God love me? My mom always said,

"You just have to pray; not let it get to your head,

Those girls they are ugly; inside not out,

Don't pity yourself and don't always pout"



My class they would tease me, but that was alright

I never spoke back; I never did fight

They'd push me to lockers; Hit me with pens

I just kept my head down and prayed for their sins



God couldn't hate me, for what had I done?

I just wanted friends; I just wanted fun

My face was no choice; these cheeks chose no tears

Why did they mock me and give me their sneers



Maybe it'd be better if I were alone

No getting beat down; no crying at home

I'd bother nobody; I'd annoy them no more

Just wait my dear blade, for what I have in store...