Not Like Me

I used to want to be like her, she seemed like what I longed to be; Always so perfectly put together then I realized she’s not like me; As imperfectly perfect as I am (and this lingered in my head for a while) I don’t fit into that plastic diagram; I’ll always be short with eccentric style; You can’t go buy what I possess; What I’m not? I relax and just deal; I’ll never be make up and a cocktail dress, I’m a chaotic mess that you simply feel; I used to want to be like her, she seemed like what I wanted to be; Never real in stormy weather, then I realized she’s not like me.