Too Much / Too Little

People ask me why I don’t have a girl

To hold and to twirl

I just laugh and shake my head

I’d love to, but my heart is full of lead

Others when they hear my name

They just say it’s myself to blame

Either I’m too much or too little

Not an in-between, no middle

It’s not that I don’t want a girl

With bright eyes and chocolately curls

But why should I compete?

Sure, I’m incomplete

But I have yet to find a girl

Who would pick me over an earl

I have yet to find a guy I can beat

What girl would want me for keeps?

So I just sit here and wonder

And listen to the sounds of thunder

Why I can’t be perfect for someone

Before I lose all my days of fun

Why I’m either too much or too little

And my self-esteem is so brittle…