myself

you call me leslie
i call me fatty
you see a laugh
i see a cry
you'de see an all-star
i'de see a retard out on the court
you'de see a size 9 beauty
i'de see a size 9 fatty

you'de hear me cry at night
and pass right past my door
not even bothering to stop in.
i'de hear you cry and sprint my way over to you.
how come that only works one way?

you drive me places
take me to the mall
and dont see
all the pain he'd cause
and how good of an actress i've become.
He'd pass me in the hall and i'de die
he'd call my cell and i would ask you to pick it up
and say i was sick and couldnt come to the phone
and you never asked why.