and it won't change.

you look at me with your popularity, your superiority.

i look at you knowing, both of us knowing, i'm still better than you.

and it won't change.

he looks at you with his puppydog eyes, and you smile because he's yours.

but still you burn inside because the look in his puppydog eyes still says he's barely three inches deep.

and it won't change.

 i'm so screwed up

you're so perfect and pretty

i'm so broken

you're so collected and untocuched

but i wouldn't be you for anything.

i wonder why.

and it won't change.

she looks at you, going on and on about her perfect problems in her perfect life of perfect popularity with guys and money and makeup.

and you smile, burning because half of what she says makes no sense in a blah-blah kind of way.

and it won't change

they look at you with they're shallowness, their giggles and back slaps of superiority, and perfect unreality.

and you smile, burning because

it won't change

i'm so screwed up

you're so perfect and pretty

i'm so broken

you're so collected and untouched

but i won't be you for anything.

i wonder why.

and it won't change.

you look at me with your perfect prettiness

and i smile my broken, sneering smile, that says

you'll never get it

and you burn because it won't change

it won't ever change

you'll always be you

you with your perfect pretty preppy life with your perfect pretty preppy problems

because that's what you chose

and i won't be you for anything

AND IT WON'T CHANGE

no it won't.