I don't want to be her.
I want her power.
Her power to be pretty enough for any guy she wants.
The guy I thought about once or twice.
She's talked to him with her grace and twisted jokes
Charmed the pants off him
O' the Envy I FEEL
It fuels a burning rage
Unwarranted rage
I love her to death
She's to die for.
She faces problems I don't face everyday.
Her life is hard and she doesn't deserve the Rotten apples that follow her.
Yet my mind focuses on her power.
She has it and I don't
The one thing she has
And I want it for myself.
She deserves her power most of all
I'm happy for her
and I should be