Conciousness over boys

You look at you're self and you see beauty inside
you look in the mirror and you want to hide

you know you're pretty but no one takes time to see
so your left with some
insecurity

people look at you and my jokes, they put you down
in heart it makes you want
to frown

your life is filled with people who care
but your up set because the boys never stare

they never say you're
fine
they don't ask you to be
mine

on valentines day you get cards from all the girls you know
but you can't help but think
no guys i got to go

you're just one of the guys cause you play sport like a pro
they don't look at you as they do to the pretty girls they know

they say you're punk and you've got skills
but if just for once they liked you you'd have the chills

your heart would be dancing because of joy
you'd finally have your own
boy toy

the fact that you hide your face and you act all shy
thats the reason guys don't go for you but why

why

do they want me to be myself the true me
or is a cheap Barbie doll what they want to see

if they don't want what i have to give
i guess that's the life they will have to live

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