A best quality for me is hard to find,
I think it lies somewhere within my eyes.
Their blue like the ocean or the sky,
my boyfriend stares at them all the time.
When I'm happy they shine with happiness,
my personality seems to shows the rest.
Depressed and sad they start to darken,
my attitude begins to rotten.
With a smile that's lame, and fat that's gross,
I hate wearing pants that hug too close.
I'm not a model, I'm not a prep,
I go along with life in dread.
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