You think I'm like you,
in every way possible,
but the truth is,
its nearly in possible,
I'm the opposite to you,
I'm not miss perfect,
I'm not the person you think i am,
I'm really quiet different,
you think I'm one of your group,
but i don't think i fit in,
there all pretty,
I'm just a a crime,
i feel you use me,
for money,
for fame,
for everything i have,
you take the lot,
id like to think you was my best friend,
but really all you are is a bit at the end,
this may not be true but when i fight with you,
it makes it all true the fighting the tears,
the crying the fears,
its all there you just don't see it,
you are a great friend a can not lie,
but just help me out,
i can then fly.
