Born Beautiful

I know a girl,
who's got some luck.
For she was born beautiful.
Stupid shmuck.
But really drives me crazy,
is that she's actualy nice,
I have no reason to hate her,
Life's a roll of the dice.
Everything I breath
I wish that I was she
and maybe she could live a day
trying to be me.
I don't know her very well,
I judged her from day one,
and every time she spoke to me,
I felt the need to run.
I supose it's only jealousy,
that drives me up the wall.
There nothing really wrong with her
effortlessly I fall.
How is it fair, world?
Why does she get to be so great?
everybody naturally loves her,
while I have to wait on fate.
I just want to be beautiful,
to know what it feels like on top,
to have everybody you know lined up,
and want the attention to stop.
I don't think it's so much to ask.
Share the spotlight for just one day.
and maybe then, maybe, just maybe,
people will hear what I have to say.