She had messy hair
And insecurities piled up
She pretended she didn't care
Though she'd often cry.

She wanted to be loved
Wanted to be liked
But she reminded everyone
Of exactly what they despised

She'd come anyway
Though she didn't belong
She'd try to change
But sometimes the change doesn't come

Every time I'd ask her name
She just wouldn't say
I tried to think one up
So I called her Monday