"What do you want from me"
when I look in the mirror
that's who I see.
I do the bet I can
to be the best I can,
but expectations
have causations,
and I can't stand on this pedestal
you have placed me on.
My innocence is gone,
and your Britney mirage is wrong.
I'm not everything you want,
I'm not the one
I'm just a girl passing by,
except I'm holding a gun
to prevent the inevitable.
My finger slips
and its over.
No more me and you,
we are through.