• I look into the mirror
    up on the shelf
    I see a face of anybody
    Anybody except myself
    Instead I look like Avril Lavigne or maybe Brittney Spears
    Or maybe that pretty new girl in my school Newline Severs
    I used to wonder why he left
    With nothing but my heart
    Now I see the diffrent me
    The part that I left out

    My room looks picture perfect
    Pink and baby blue
    The problem with being me
    Is that I'd always rather be you
    But I dont think like you, I cant talk like you
    So why do I mouth your words???
    Noone understands them
    There from my mouth not hers

    I used to have so many friends
    And could walk down the hall without a doubt
    but now people pick on me
    Because I'm trying to be somebody else
    I really dont know who I'm trying to be,
    Maybe a mix of all
    But I know I hear the laughter
    Each and everytime I fall

    I fell once too many times
    Lost my heart to someone new
    The problem with being me
    is I'm done being you