How is it true
that people like you
really exist
and are perfect like this?

Why is it so
that I didn't go
to the right decisions
to make me like them?

Perfect faces,
perfect tastes.
Perfect voices.
This has to be a disgrace!

Why is it so
some of us couldn't be
like you, so perfect
so wonderful and happy?

Why is it so
that I'm not content?
Why is it so
that I too can not relent?

Where did you go
so right that I didn't chose?
Why are you so innocent
and I'm so bad compared to you?

Perfect hair,
perfect features.
Perfect voices.
I just seethe her.

How can it be
that somebody
can be so perfectly
content and happy?

How is it so
your picture perfect life
has tormented
the only one of mine?

Why is it so
that I'm not like you?
Why do I have to
run bad things through?

People have told me
once and again
that it's all a fraud
and I mustn't tend

to believe these things
I've put into my head.
It's so hard though
when I see you instead.