If there is a lonely woman
Out there  

This is just to say
I am lonely sometimes too

And though it seems
There is nothing we can do

I will hug my pillow
And pretend its you

I've learned to realize that i'm a human that deserves what everything else has
And if anyone says the opposite
They're indefinitely inapposite
I play my own notes to this piece
Say hello to my little niece
Following my footsteps
They did what i told them
And they blossomed like flowers with hearts.

Everyone barrages me with compliments and praise
It seems like I've always had my hand raised
I've doubted myself for far too long
But i think i have good reasons to
Others contradict that theory
But theories can change and be edited
I'm not sure if mine will ever change
Despite the overwhelming abundance of kind words
I still feel like i can only hold two candles instead of twenty
Or ace a test with excessive studying instead of acing it perfectly
Or recite a text after hours of reading
Instead of minutes
Am i genius? Am i smart? Am i something better than average?
The answer to this is pretty transparent
I'm alright. A few bruises and dents, but nothing to be startled over.

I can't seem to understand
I don't comprehend
How do 'those people'
Get ahead in the end?
We're taught to be considerate
We're taught to be understanding
But they still succeed
Without so much of an inkling.
Everyone likes a badass
Because they defy the rules
But how can the so-called 'nice' people
Feel attraction for those fools?
It seems unfair
It doesn't feel right
But at the end of the day
I guess ***** is might.

Two little hands, two little feet
two hearts beat inside of me.
Ten fingers, ten toes
who will you be God only knows.
I pray you'll have a smart mind.
I pray you will treat people kind.
All I know for sure is little one you
are mine.
I pray when I grow old,
you will remember what you where told.
I can't wait until it is you I can hold.
I will teach you all you need to know.
I will watch you play and grow, happily.
I can hardly wait for the day, that it is you I will first see.
Your mommy I will always be.

Ahhh McChicken, oh so sweet,
probably filled with beaks and feet
I want you in my tummy now
cause you're a chicken and not a cow
I love that you are just a buck
and that you used to cluck cluck cluck
I mean I think you did before you died
I'm not sure what you are 'cept fried
but ahhh McChicken you're my baby
I love that you're chicken (maybe)