I'm nothing special
I don't have boys all over me,
I don't have people [[telling me I'm beautiful.]]
No one posts stuff on my Facebook wall.
I don't have a ''special tallent''.
My friends don't really get me.
I don't have any random illnesses.
I haven't broken a bone.
(if I did, I'm not sure who would care.)
I'm tall and ''curvy''.
Where's the justice?
Why can't I be model thin?
Why can't I sing like Mariah Carrey?
Why doesn't my hair [ever] look good?
Why isn't there some {hot guy} secretly in love with me?
I've really got nothing to live for.
But I keep trucking through the snow.
It might get me somewhere,
so {[I'll keep moving forward]}, and one day, I'll know.