I see of group of boys
Laughing all around
Maybe a year older
But that doesnt matter

What matters is my body
Is, not, same as hers
As hers

She's a pretty blonde
Can be nice as hell
Why can't I be like her
Everybody says to change bit
Maybe you'd be happier
If you were her

She could walk like a model
Shoulders up
Chin up
Without 3 mountains on her neck
Boys I like want her
Not about my personality

What matters is my body
Is, not, same as hers
As hers
She's a pretty blonde
Can be nice as hell
Why can't I be like her
Everybody says to change bit
Maybe you'd be happier
If you were her

I should treat myself better
I should love myself
Some people have it worse
But that doesn't matter when

She's a pretty blonde
Can be nice as hell
Why can't I be like her
Everybody says to change bit
Maybe you'd be happier
If you were her

I think I found him
A boy who loves me
Not her
I was doubting myself
Being impatient
But I waited
Found someone who loves me
Not her