Verse 1

Pages and pages full of lamentations,

Lines and rhymes pouring out all your frustrations.

But it looks like the root's at a bottomless pit.

You're sinking deeper but you just can't get to it.

Chorus

Well, where's the girl who'd roll her eyes at over-achievers?

Where's the girl who adored herself in ratty old t-shirts?

Buried under echoes of "I can't be as good as her"?

And "all you'll ever be to him is a white noise, a blur?"

Verse 2

Who the hell is he? Can you tell me that now?

And why do you always let him bring you down?

You can ace his tests, you can be the best, but hey,

You can't be her, so he won't love you any day.

Chorus

Well, where's the girl who'd roll her eyes at over-achievers?

Where's the girl who adored herself in ratty old t-shirts?

Buried under echoes of "I can't be as good as her"?

And "all you'll ever be to him is a white noise, a blur?"

Bridge

Newsflash Anna, you're harsher than Simon Cowell, my dear.

So critical, so negative, but now that you're out of here

Chorus

Here's the girl who'd roll her eyes at over-achievers?

Here's the girl who adored herself in ratty old t-shirts?

Climbing back form the pit, healing all her scars.

And all you'll ever be to her is a white noise, a blur.