You're fucked up...

...but I'm charming as fuck.

I can't be perfect, hun,
feed you lies,
tell you I'm fine,
but fuck,
I am a terrible liar, hun.

I don't feel pretty,
don't feel flawless,
but with you I have my moments,
sure I can get drunk on wine,
smoke a cig or two,
get out of line...
but with you, hun,
I feel more than fine.

Who was I when I first came to be?
Only a mask I wear is what I see.
Then time passed and confusion came to be.
I didn't feel perfect,
was told I was a reject, you see?

Met a few, many disliked me,
then slowly got along,
but there was always one who sang a different song.

"Stick to the comic books, pest,
don't you get it?
Inside the computer,
that's where you sit."

A religious man spoke to me,
brown as can be,
told me to try and read the Host better,
to see as he sees.

But a blue man cried in the corner with me,
while the happy bird sang with glee.

Then I met big red,
who came to love me as me.

"Hold my hand, let me learn,
what's this? Hurr hurr? Indeed."

How could I love me when I hate me?
He would show me, you see?

"Stick to the rules, disease,
don't you get it?
I am not asking,
so do it."

"Watch your step, Host,
she's one of us,
like it or not,
she's here to stay,
so get lost."

This was just a start, for here came the war.

And maybe I should have just given up,
left and never came back,
but love is like a heart attack.

It hits you unexpected and hard.

And this is how I became his ward.

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