I hear about her, more often then I'd like
In fact, I'd rather not hear about her at all
I don't want to know all the ways she's "a better me"
All the ways, she's all the things I'm not or I couldn't be
I'm not sorry for not being what you wanted
I'm not sorry for being who I am
Im just sorry you couldn't learn to love my flaws and have some cookie cutout take my fall