I Can't Believe You Picked Me

I Can't Believe You Picked Me

I can't believe you picked me

The girl who wears dressed and skirts to school,

A suit, too, occasionally,

Boots and heels and Vans make three,

That's usually what you see

I can't believe you picked me

I am the one you see with messy hair,

And a bad complexion,

Untamed eyebrows and no lip stuff,

I guess I usually am pretty rough

I can't believe you picked me

Underneath my bad exterior

A troubled soul resides

Full of sadness and depression

And moods with many sides

I can't believe you picked me

I hide myself in study

And writing is my thing

And even in the shower

I still find time to sing

I can't believe you picked me

You see me when I'm sad

You see me when I'm angry

You always come to find me

Even when I'm scary

I can't believe you picked me

You don't care if I'm a little different

You don't care if I stand out in the crowd,

You always seem happy to see me

And you always make me laugh out loud

I'm so glad you picked me