Loser

Here I am again,
Sitting in my room,
Drawing pointless pictures,
That all remind me of you.
I look into the mirror,
Trying to see what you see,
Wonder why someone like you,
Would want someone like me.
I'm trashy and neurotic,
Loud and moody too,
By most considered a freak,
For the things I do.
I'm so far from perfect,
I don't even know the meaning,
Not even close to pretty,
Sometimes I wonder if I'm dreaming.
Every morning I wake up,
Expecting to be let down,
Yet I always find you there,
But will you always be around?
I've been hurt before,
But I swear I'm trying,
Trying to learn to trust,
And not just think you're lying.
So just give me time,
I don't ask anything more,
I may be a loser,
But, baby, I'm all yours.