I wish I could be like all those girls,
always so perfect, with their ribbons & curls.
With their perfect lives, they seem heaven sent,
the grass is not greener on my side of the fence.
They have no worries, they have no fear,
but I always worry & my eyes always tear.
Those girls have no problems, they're never denied,
but when I go home, it all makes me cry.
I talked with a girl, she told me her side,
when she's all alone, she breaks down & cries.
She said, "you & I are so much the same,
it's not all that great, having this fame."
I told her I wish that we could switch shoes,
she said that's so funny, I wish that too.
One thing you'd say, that we'd both agreed,
we both though, that their side was ever more green.
