Why not me?

He walks in,needs a new partner for the dance
I stand up,thinking this is my chance
He walks over me,right over me
Where?To the pretier girl of course

This compells me to think...am I not good enough?
I must not be,that's why I am always treated worse than trash?

I'm depressed,not sick I plead
I'm down,not sad I say

I need help not sympathy,
A shoulder to cry on,not an advisory committee
That's why I always say - why not me?

I'm not like Mario Ballotelli
I cannot say 'why always me?'
I'm compelled to repeat 'why not me?'