You’re the queen of world
In your own home...

You call yourself ugly
Overweight and stupid...

Live for the moment
Next year you'll go...

I don't know who I am,
Or who I'll be...

Sometimes I think I hate you
For what you've done to me...

So tired of being perfect
So tired of being good...

Some people call me perfect
Perfect student...

It hurts
To always be second best...

Good friend, best friend
So the saying goes...

Softly blended lies
harsh discordant truth...