I find it unusual that you love me After all, we're not the best of friends We fight and argue, you make fun of me Even more unusual still, Is the fact that you know I love your best friend Yet you still love me Maybe the most unusual thing Is that after all I have done to you You still love me But the thing that truly puzzles me Is not why you love me, but why anyone would After all, I don't even love me I look in the mirror and hate what I see I see how I act and hate who I am So why? Why do you love me?

Why Do You Love Me?