Meybe

I used to think we're all the same,

when I see my face, the dreams just fade,

I keep on hoping one day I'll win,

but life keeps whispering, “no, not again.”

’Cause I wanted to be like her,

shine in the crowd, make them all stare,

but when I see me, I finally see,

it’s not meant to be, oh no, not me.

I wanted to live like her,

perfect lady lost in the blur,

full of grace, without the fear,

now I know it’s clear — oh no, not here.