I know that sometimes I may seem rude,
by telling everyone to leave me be.
Sometimes my jokes may be too crude..
and my style attracts too much attention to me..
I know that sometimes I dont try,
and my makeup runs down my face.
I know that sometimes my hair doesnt look right;
I know that these words are probably a waste.
I know that I wear a lot of black;
I know i stay quiet most of the time.
But, I can make up for all the things she lacks...
I can make your heart beat with mine.
What does she have that I don't?
I'll change if thats what you wish.
But I heard she pushes you, and i wont.
I carry the sweetest kiss.
She is made up of lust and nothing more.
I could try to be what you desire.
Im a virgin..im not a whore..
But I dont know if 'whores' are what u wish to aquire.
Now, if only you knew how my heart beats..
while u sit a row away.
Simply, keeping your eyes from me...
as I search for words to say..
**Why cant you love me?**