Her heart is breaking as she's staring at every single girl that walks by,
somehow thinking that they're better than her.
Tonight, she'll lie awake, and tear herself down,
because that's what she's best at.
She's just one of those girls that no matter how many times she's told,
never believes that she's beautiful.
She's so sick of never being beautiful enough. Never being stronger, or better. She's sick of going home everyday, and wishing she was someone else. For once she wants to look in the mirror and be happy for what she sees back. She's so sick of everyone telling her "You can do so much better than that." Maybe she can't...? And people talking behind her back. Yeah well she found out. She's sick of people bringing her down and telling her that she isn't good enough. But I guess all she really wants, is to be more than second best.
I just hope one day you see me. And when you do your heart stops.
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