I'm so jealous.
You're so pretty,
And I'll never be like you.
I wish I has your hair,
Your eyes,
Your face.
Just everything.
And I love you,
You're my best friend.
You're like my sister.
Why can't I be like you?
And don't tell me to "be happy with who I am"
I don't want to hear that crap
It's hard to be happy with myself.
So don't tell me I should enjoy being me
And that I shouldn't be jealous
Because I'm always going to be jealous
And I'll never truly be happy with myself.
It's just not how it works.
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