I'm not perfect
Neither is he...

I now love chorus
And I always want to go...

You say you love me
I giggle and smile...

Is she so much better than me
I'll never be the things she'll be...

It was his eyes that pulled me in
And how he smiled all the time...

She wants to look like those girls
She sees in magazines...

It doesn't get more conceited than you
Everybody sees it too...

The twisted halls
That seem never ending...

She couldn't keep it in
His love she had to win...

The girl on the posters
Her face so clear...

When she talks about you
What do you say...

If you say you're sad
But at the same time excited...