I can never tell you I love you because you wouldn't listen.

I don’t have a cute hair cut or large eyes that glisten.

You will never look at me, no matter what I do,

Just a girl with a guitar and normal eyes of blue.

You play guitar as well, someday you’ll be amazing.

And here I will still be sitting, doing nothing but dazing.

I've written you so many songs, but I don’t want you to hear them.

Because it’s not like you love me or even care.

You wouldn't like my figure or my frizzy hair.

I’m just nothing.

And you’re everything.

Why do you wreck me so much?