We were great friends, but I always knew she was better than me.

We grew apart 'till I was alone and I saw further proof that she was better.

And now I do as little that would involve seeing her, 'Cause I don't want her to know how much it affects me.

Weattended a small private school, and as we drifted apart, she just drifted to other friends whereas I drifted alone.

And now I wonder if she even remembers the friendship we had, if she wonders what happened.

She is perfect, beautiful and I'm decisively not. I won't be, and she always will. She has popularity among many, and I have my group of misfits and outcasts.

She can get any guy she wanted, and I can't even get them to look at me.

Like i said, She was always better than me.