In a Nutshell

Sometimes I feel so lonely (Though someone's always there). I love my eyes and hands and smile (But I can't stand my hair). My heart is always breaking Over some guy I can't keep, And my mind often runs so fast I find it hard to sleep. I'm quick to draw conclusions; I'm slow to take a hint. I don't like wearing makeup 'cause

I'm happy with my skin. I'm broken four times over-- I'm mended only three. It doesn't matter where I look; It matters what I see. By now I've learned some lessons That would have helped before; The most important being: No one else is keeping score.