Living in this life
the one in the sky
its not only a fib
but a flat out lie
when i go to school
and then to the mall
with all of my friends
I lie to them all
it's really not me
i don't mean to
it's the girl in my head
what can i do
she sings and she laughs
she's very much evil
it's not what you think
it's like she's the devil
Patricia's her name
she dresses in plaid
I don't like her style
it really is bad
she dances and skips
and talks to me too
when I'm happy
or when i feel blue
whenever i feel
alone and without a friend
Patricia is there
she's mean till the end
she likes what i don't
and insults what i wear
she's just plain rude
now this i swear
but why does she stay
when she has no friends
and she laughs at my faults
all my money she spends
I'm getting better
I'm not longer insane
now that I'm well
we have much more to gain.