Porphyrophobia

When you're looking for a someone, and a someone comes along,
 It never enters in your head the thought that someone could be wrong
 And I tell you that you're pretty, but you toss and touch your head
 But you're never really special, you just realise you're average instead.
 And you try a wash away the crowd, play your music far too loud
 But everyone will just see that you're irritating people
 Hating just another single mother actually when you're not
 You think the films are funny, and I wish that I was shot
 Through the heart, with a dart, but I'm not
 But I'm not, but I'm not.
 And there's someone that you know, and they're sleeping at your place
 And there's something in his hair, and there's something on your face
 And you look him in the eyes, and then he's sitting on your floor
 And then you want to hold him close, but then he's walking out the door
 And all the songs you played this morning were about people like me
 Having fallen for, and slept with, and gotten drunk, and slept with, just like me
 And I know I'm not that great, and there are things about you that I hate
 And I know that I'm annoying too, but mostly when I think of you
 I feel that I am someone, who is irritating people
 Hating just another drunken lover, even if I'm not
 Your hair is multi-coloured and your eyes are all blood-shot
 And I wish that I was special, just like you
 But I'm not, but I'm not.
 But I'm not.
 But I'm not.