The suppressed vibrations,

From unique sensations,

Somehow remain silent in the air.

I need a vacation,

Some sort of elation,

To make myself forget how to care.

But then I see you,

And I see her.

And you’re happy,

But you’re not with me.

Chorus:

And I feel as though I’m,

Stifled,

Second-rate,

Damaged goods,

Unworthy of your fate.

I feel lame in second place,

But don’t dress me up in ribbon and lace.

I won’t compromise my disposition,

To pull ahead of the competition.

Seemingly normal,

Accidentally formal,

It’s obvious that I’m not the same.

Dripping mascara,

An empathetic era,

“Pity” happens to be my middle name.

But then I see you,

And I see her.

And you’re happy,

But you’re not with me.

Repeat Chorus

I don’t worry,

Because I know a revelation,

Will open your eyes to me.

I’m the only girl,

The only little girl,

That you’ll want to see.

But in the meantime,

Or in eternity,

I’ll just be me.