Is it so much to ask to be loved?
I know Im an idiot. I know I say and do dumb things. Doesnt mean Im not smart enough to know when people are mad
And people seem to be mad at me a lot. Hmm, maybe thats how I learned to take insults so well. My earliest memories are of my older sister yelling at me for doing something stupid.
So, Im used to it. I can take when people get mad and yell. More often than not, I guess I deserve it. Still
why do I still want love?
Yeah, yeah, I cover up well with all my jokes and weird behavior
but I am a human being. Er, well, human being from another planet
whos been turned into a mirror
but you get the point. Im human. I just want to be loved.
I may act like nothing but a pervert, only after one thing, but I honestly would prefer to have one girl I could truly love than all the sexy babes in the world. Trouble is
what girl will put up with me?
Im so weird and annoying and obnoxious and dumb
Now honestly, what girl worth having is going to be with me long before I do something really stupid and she figures out she can do better?
And then theres friendship. Heh
Ive got friends, of course. But they all think of me as the dumb one, or the one to avoid. People find out Im coming, they have to prepare for me like they were expecting a disaster. I dont think I have any friend that would seek me out, just to hang out and talk, share secrets, have lunch
even just say hi. Im too much a burden to have friends like that.
But, hey, Im the idiot, the clown, the dork, the comic relief of the universe. Comes with the job.
so why do I still long for more?
Why do I lie awake at night, kicking myself for things I said? Why do I look at people, wondering just how bad they wish they were anywhere but with me?
why do I dream of one person
just one person in this whole universe
who I could be important to? Just one person who would live for being with me, who would miss me every minute I was gone, and be glad for every minute spent with me
Why can I so clearly picture someone
who could see me walk into a room and have their face light up like a little kid on Christmas
who would run to me excitedly, shouting yay, its my Melvin!
Why do I cry whenever I dream of that
and remember its not going to happen
Heh, but what the heck am I doing? Im being such a downer! Dude, thats not me! Im the funny guy, remember? Im not supposed to let this stuff get to me.
Yup, thats me, Melvin the mirror, the funny magic mirror with no brains. And I guess thats all Ill ever be to anyone