Why is it always me, the one that's all alone
THey always get the meat, I'm never thrown a bone
No one even tries, to help me feel at home
They worry about themselves, they don't care that iI'm alone
Just keep poking fun, at my insecurities
I know I'm fat and ugly, this isn't news to me
Everyone always points it out, but I already see
That God made me ugly, and its all I'll ever be
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