The Female Lead

Do I need to be different for you to love me, In a crowd of extravagant dresses, Wear a plain white one In a room of plain dresses, Wear a dress that shines as bright as the sun? Do I need to be pretty for you to love me, For you to glance my way, And immediately know we could live together in peace and harmony? Do I need to surprise you for you to love me? You being used to peace And me energetically taking you out of your comfort? Do I need to hate you for you to love me? If they say opposites attract, Will that attract you to me? Isn’t it enough if I love you— Understand you, cry with you, Comfort you, laugh at your jokes No one else laughs at, Care for you? Or is it because of the fact I’m not the female lead That you don’t love me.