Hurt

Why couldn't you write a song about me?  Why couldn't you be exactly what I wanted?  All I wanted was a freaking song... You tell me you might have been writing a song, but it's an angry song.  You know all I wanted was you to sing to me.  Everyone else got the love I thought I deserved.  All I want is an I love you song.  I know I'm not sappy or extra girly, but you knew if you wanted me all you needed was 88 black and whites and some lyrics.  Why can't I inspire anyone?  The only inspiration I inspire is carnal.  My soul isn't beautiful, my breasts are.  My mind isn't impressive, my ankles are.  hair, eyes.... I must be that girl that people think is ok... but only if they keep their mouth shut...  one damn song... that's all...