He Isn't Him But He's Awful Close
His hair isn't nice like the other one's And his mind isn't as bright. But he's always there for me He's like a candle, burning its light.
I'm a pretty average person with a love of reading and writing. Especially poetry.
His hair isn't nice like the other one's And his mind isn't as bright. But he's always there for me He's like a candle, burning its light.
I slide on my shoes And pull up my hair. I pull on my dress Acting like I don't care.
My friend, clever and strong. Wasn't the person I thought she was. I was deceived and wronged. My counselor. The one I respected and appreciated. Turned away from me.
Fighting against the current. Struggling for each breath. I realize that it's useless. And I sink in the watery depths. I see his face as he smiles at me. I know my debt has been repaid.
Jealously You're the top dog You're the one who's the loudest But then I showed up here And you begin to have your doubts.