You’re not even that cute.
So why do I care.
You say I’m too nice.
You’re not used to it.
So why do I care.
You constantly bring me down.
So why do I care.
I know I’m not your type
And I could do better.
So why do I care.
I’m trying to figure it out.
What makes me care?
Maybe because beauty is more than looks.
Maybe because I like to experiment.
Maybe because life is about risk.
Maybe I’m bored.
Maybe I want somebody.
Maybe I like your kiss.
Maybe I like your touch.
Maybe because I want to build you up.
Maybe because I want to prove them wrong.
Guess I’m too nice.
Everybody deserves a chance.
Guess we do finish last.
But I shouldn’t feel sorry for myself
Nor should anyone feel sorry for me.
One day I’ll win.
I still count the losses.
But the win will out weight it.
I don’t care too much.
I care enough…