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So what if you don’t like me?

I’m sorry for bothering but hey, what’s your problem?
It’s not my fault that you don’t like me the way I am.
Well, sorry if I’m not a photo model with long legs
So that you could walk beside me hiding your complex of height.
Maybe I’m not too pretty to hang my picture on the wall,
I may not have the voice to sing opera after all.
I’m not like someone you know, like the girls on the magazine’s cover.
There’s so much what I’m not! But does that really bother?
There’s so much what I am! But you can’t see the inside,
And these are not the things I am trying to hide.
If body means more to you than the soul
Don’t think I will cry for what doesn’t worth tears at all.
I have myself, and you – you don’t have it,
Feel sorry for you because you’re the one who’ll regret it.