Meet me by the old willow tree

I'm the ugly sister,

I'm the horrible daughter

I'm not even the second choice

I'm the "leftover"...

I'm not the clever one

I'm not the skinny one

I'm the talentless one

I'm the "why are you even here"

I'm just not good enough

But maybe there's hope

Maybe there's someone out there

That looks at me the same way I look at him

And maybe he's the one...