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I have a broken heart, A lopsided smile, I'm not very smart, and have no sense of style. I care too much, I don't do enough To keep my place in line, I act too weak, when I should act tough I hide when it's my time to shine. When I'm blue I feel unwell, When I'm green i'm as green as can be, When I'm red, I'm red and anyone can tell, That I'm mad as anyone can see. I love to be loved, but I'm afraid that, When this wonderful work of art, Decides to decieve, And the last thing I need, Is some boy to keep half of my heart. Though I tend to cry, deep down inside, Because I know I'm on my own I have them by my side, and never make me feel alone. What am I?
What am I?
