I bow my head in shame
My tear drops are old news,
No one will love me
I am alone in my heart.
Look in the mirror
I see a sad face
I see nothing special
Nothing of a mans taste.
What is wrong with me?
I question myself,
Why do I feel so
Low in myself?
I cover my feelings
With sarcastic remarks
I am told I am pretty
But I know they are lying.
Nothing special about
Little old me
Just second best
No man will ever love me.
