Nice girls always finish last,
no word of lie,
i'm tired of standing in the shadows,
being picked last, left alone,
bad luck will follow me wherever I go - near or far.
i'm the only one who's shrouded in silence, bitterness.
not desired, powerless, repelling,
that's just me in this permanent rut,
I can't rise above it,
watching those around me admired.
I thought i'd overcome this dry spell,
but i'm convinced i'm hopeless,
knowing what I want will never be an option,
how can anything change my mind?
I'm so deep down in here,
up to my knees in despair.
I wear my shell inside out.