She's a painting
I am made of glass
She's meant to be adored
I'm just meant to hold things back
Shatter me in pieces
Across the floor
And scatter them like ashes
For the parts that I mourn
Cause I'll always find who i couldn't be
Enamored by everything
But me
She writes like a poet
I write like a middle school girl
She has so much to say
I'm just angry at the world
Tear apart my words
Like the pages that they're on
Cause I know deep down
They'll never be what I want
I'll always find who I couldn't be
Writing every version of
Me
And like, I don't hate myself, it's just
I just find myself thinking that
I'd trade my life with someone else's in a heartbeat
Is it my fault
Is it just me
I'd trade my life with someone else's in a heartbeat
Is it my fault
Is it just me
I'd rather be anybody else but me
But me