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Why am I that girl?
The "always dressed in black" girl?
The "I want to sneak around behind your back" girl?

What gives you the audacity
to passively aggressively state
that you're too good to appreciate
a self-respecting girl?

When will you realize
that you're chasing after my clone with blue eyes,
my clone with blonde hair?

Now no one said life is fair
but I just want a prince charming that cares
enough to save a damsel in this dress.

At least have the courtesy to say,
after over a year long stay in my life
that it wasn't strife
and that it is was nice knowing you.
But no, you tuck your tail and run.

Back to that clone,
my twin,
she was to be my friend
until the end, yeah, her.

So dearest darling, dearest friend,
just so you know
I'm not gonna be his backup ho,
my phone wont be ringing when he's down or low.

Just so you're aware
every time he says, "i care" and "babe you're beautiful"
that's pure bull because said it to me first.

He said it unrehearsed
in the heat of the moment
because every guy can become a fucking poet
when you have something he wants

So the next time you're making out
and he says that there's no doubt
that he loves you, well, he loved me too.

You know,
until the wind blew
and his feelings flew
right into your arms.

You see,
my insecurities, like beauty,
run skin deep but no, not yours,
yours tend to seep.

Through skin and bone
in your heart
on a pretentious throne
you're all alone.

There's something inside,
this demon, that you can't find,
can't bind cause your chains wont hold,
they're so rusted, so old.

You can't find the mind
to commit the crime your body
has been desperate for all this time.

Just kill the lies
before you look me in the eyes
and spout nonsense.

The closest I've gotten to sleep in a week
is just counting sheep
while the morning looks bleak
and my coffees too weak
to wake me up from life.

And as I try to shake the thought of you two from my head,
a dead memory rises up

And I remember in preschool when that girl stole my toy
but my teacher told me to share
because she couldn't make herself care
enough to say "we'll cut it in two and each one of you will get half"
and thinking of this I start to laugh
because I'm in on a joke that none of you know.

I'm that girl, not the one who was taught how to share.
I'm that girl that was taught not to care.