I know.

I'm not pretty,
I'm not sweet.
I'm no cutie,
I can't be neat.

Right from d start,
I didn't expect much.
Even tho' I lose myself with your every touch.
At least don't take my trust fo' you as dust.

You showed me just how much I'm worth.
And gave me what I don't deserve.
I know, no pretty face & dangerous curves,
I'll live with what I'm blessed with from birth.

I don't like it when people take me as a fool.
Make use of me, like a handy tool.
End of d day, who am I to say?
Not like it'll make a difference anyway.
I know, I know all that I gave will never pay.

I know, Jo.
She'll always be plan B.