Some things in life we don't have a choice;
Others we may have, but with limited options.
You're not gonna come laughing at me for being born into a poor family;
You're not gonna come mocking my dad;
Then you shouldn't come look down on the friends that I have,
Cos remember, you are also one of them...
I don't choose my friends; I don't have the option, and friends are not goods to be chosen. Handsome or not, everyone has their own weakness and strength; friends understand that, and accept each other for it. Maybe it's time people start understanding this...
We are all imperfect beings
