Confessions of an Unrequited Love

I know it isn't me It's pure biology And there's nothing I could do or say To make you feel the same I'm not your perfect type My body or my height And my laugh is kinda boisterous And I know that you don't like that But if there was a way To make you fall in love with me I would bet every check From today to my death Hoping three little hearts would roll up On the slot machine of your heart God, it's me again We're not the closest friends But I promise that this time around I'll really keep my promise I'm not too good at this Whole moral compass thing But if you can make this person fall in love with me I'd really appreciate it Or if there's other ways If you could give me some instruction please 'Cause you know more than anyone That the last thing I'd do Is the honest thing God help me