You choose me when I’m insecure,
Even when my speech is all blurred.
Or when my judgement maybe curved.
You choose me when I wouldn’t
Although, you probably shouldn’t
Thank for doing it when I couldn’t
You choose me when I over think,
Even when depression is on the brink,
In all of my plans you straighten out the kinks.
You choose me when I’m all sad and ugly
Even grab me tight when I’m not feeling cuddly,
It is always at my worst you tell me I look lovely.
Just when I think we’re loosing, it is me you keep choosing…