You're not very pretty,
There's no perfect face,
Your brother's kinda shitty,
Your parents are a disgrace.
You still manage to push through,
Day by Day,
You don't follow the rules,
You do it your own way.
You take it all,
Just one day at a time,
Trying not to go to far,
Cause you're still in your prime.
I know someday you'll make it,
and travel the world.
You'll be a superstar,
with your hair beautifully curled.
No more will you be,
This sad little rag,
Tossed to the side,
Or thrown in a bag.
Someone will love you,
I know that for sure,
But for now you must wait,
Keep your mind and heart pure.
The wait is unbearable,
The suspense is cruel,
Keep your mind off the pressure,
Be silent, Be cool.