Stuck
Sometimes it's nice to be me
all of the glitz and the glamour
and the money in the bank
but sometimes it sucks to be me
Lonley when i'm not
the girl who constantly contradicts herself
and whom sometimes doesn't know
which way is up or down
her life spins in circles
and all she wants is for it to slow down
when nobody is around
she engulfs herself in books
the sheik beauty hides out at this point
the girl everyone forgot about returns
not the high maintenance queen
or the girl desperately trying to mask
all of her insecurities
No the girl that comes back
In a room full of quiet
is the one most closest to who I used to be
The one I most closely resent yet admire
it's strange how I can dig her up
after she's been in her grave for years
she's my worst enemy, yet my best friend
and I sometimes feel Stuck in this new form of mines
Stuck in this image that stabbed her twin
She let the girl she used to be fade and die
and the girl she is now doesn't even satisfy
I wonder why?
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