Exchanged


I prayed this loser girl would change
She'd grow up, not one boy looks her way
She'd get skinny, sick of being called fat
The hot boys first pick, not his last laugh

Talk to God, while they ignore me
I pray to fit in, to be less annoying
Does this ever change, or is it an endless story
Talk to God, my prayers he's ignoring

I have three friends, if they like me today
If it's a yes, it's at least to my face
I’m not kidding, I've sat on the toilet in the café
Being lonely was hard at such a young age

God, who am I, today?

The girl who you've prayed,
And prayed...

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