She's pretty, I'm not.
She's adventurous, I'm boring.
She's easy to get along, I'm not.
She's almost perfect, I'm very far to reach her standards.

Comparing my self to her,
it's because there's a thing,
between you and her,
and it scares me because I'm not her.

It's pretty obvious,
while I'm too naive to notice,
the things I kept comparing,
causing my insecurities and firing it up.

She's the apple of your eyes,
the one that causes my insecurities,
I really feel bad,
because you love her, and I'm not her.