Dan Brown (20.02.1988 / Newcastle-Upon-Tyne, UK)
What are you doing, fool?
You think someone's gonna love you?
With unfashionable hair and an awkward laugh?
Nobody's gonna go for that -
Pointless hope is all you've got
- Along with your hand, I suppose -
But if you're honest, what good are those?
Sorry, son, but you're misguided;
Thinking they'll fall for this guy you're hiding -
That they'll find him
Amongst all the crap,
But in reality, nobody really has time for that
And anyway, you're a mess!
A wreck of a man, more or less!
So what will they see if they try?
A shell of a person, ready to die,
With baggage and problems and an inferiority complex -
Physically weedy, emotionally needy and not at all bothered with sex.
Look at yourself. What do you offer?
A car-crash in Hell, only slower and softer.
Let's face it, nobody will take you “as you are”.
Nobody ever looks past your flaws and eccentricity
To fall in love with you based on chemistry -
It's just rejection
And no amount of duvet can offer protection.
Nobody will love you, there's just too much wrong -
It all was true, the things the others said all along
And it's not gonna happen, not for you;
Not unless you work and adapt -
Maybe then, perhaps, something will change.
Go on, fool, do it – be brave!
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