The way I see it

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Flawless? What? Who, me?

Not in a million years.

What in this world can I do perfect?

In what do I have no fears?

 

Fashion? Hah! I think I choked.

My hair has its own free will.

My eyes make all the colors blend together,

Getting dressed is like climbing a hill.

 

There are no head turns when I walk past,

Nothing much, just ignore.

“Oh look, another Asian kid.”

“He’s a teacher’s pet for sure.”

 

In what way am I flawless?

In what areas do I score?

Personally, I don’t think I’m that great,

In fact, I’m a bit of a bore.

 

Physically, ah, a tad bit overweight.

It will get better, though, I swear.

As soon as I can find a way to burn fat

Whilst sitting in a chair.

 

My musical ability is ok I guess,

It’s not much to write about.

I finally started to practice some more

I need it, without a doubt.

 

I actually forgot to write this in,

Had to add it at the end.

My memory is selective, though not by choice

I even forget the names of some my friends.

 

As a whole, as a person, I’m pretty flawed.

Lazy, cynical, and mean.

Sometimes I try to put on a smile, but for what?

Small and pointless, it seems.


There is one person, in my opinion,

 Who is perfect in every way.

She’s kind, she’s smart, and a little naïve

But she’ll put you in your place.

 

If there is something that just seems wrong to her,

If there’s something she doesn’t like,

She’ll let you know her deal with it

And work with you to make it right.

 

She worries about the way she dresses,

She fusses about her hair.

No matter what, though, no matter how bad she thinks she looks,

Sometimes I can’t help but stare.

 

Every time I’m around her I forget my name,

My tongue pulls my stomach through rings.

But a bump with her shoulder is all that it takes

And something inside me sings.

 

Have I asked her out?

Ha, no way, as if I’d ever have the guts.

And the way that I see it, a guy like me?

There’s no way, tough luck.

 

But every time I see her smile,

Every time I hear her laugh,

I can’t help but hope, against all odds

That maybe I’ve got a chance.

 

Even with all of my quirks and mistakes,

I wonder what she sees.

Is it possible that the way I see her

Is the same way that she sees me?

 
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