Wish I was like you. Blue-eyed blondie, perfect body. Maybe I should try harder. You should lower your expectations. I'm no quick-curl barbie. I was never cut out for prom queen. If I get more pretty... Do you think he will like me? Dissect my insecurities. I'm a defect, surgical project. It's getting hard to breathe.
"Shut up and count your calories, I never looked good in non jeans. Whish I was like you, blue eye, blondie, perfect body. Maybe I should try harder... [...] If I get more pretty do you think he will like me? Questa parte della canzone riassume la mia filosofia di vita... Purtroppo... Chi come me?
You ain't stand up for me, I needed you but I gotta forgive you. Fuck how I'm feeling your my sibling I gotta forgive you. When they spoke up on your name I took it personal, I got out there to do my thing And I been wondering like when is you going to do the same? It's been thundering, my window pane getting hit with rain.
