I once dreamed of being like you,
But then I got to know you,
And I changed my mind.
You wear high heels and skirts,
I wear sneakers and torn jeans,
Maybe I am not supposed to be like you at all.
I once wanted to be as perfect as you,
I wanted your life,
But now I have seen who you really are,
And it's not me,
I can't change into something I am not.
Now I see,
I will never have what you have,
I will never experience what you experience,
But I guess I shouldn't complain
Since you're world isn't as perfect as it seems.
I have seen that you have troubles,
I have seen how people talk about you too,
So maybe we aren't that different after all,
And I should just be glad to be me.