I can only be what I am And we hate to be a disappointment Or feeling helpless
But because you are not me, You can take up this shape of something so desirous Something I can never be And because of these certain effects You can say you worked hard for it And you did, that's not a lie But you also know how that comes across to me--
You just automatically are that thing, No fair, how come you get to be that, And I'm just stuck being this?
Whether it's my motivation, I didn't try hard enough Or just my natural state I could have practiced more and didn't, Those things likewise all shake out and that is definitely the truth
But there is another way to arrive at that conclusion, and even if you validated me on that point it would still frustrate me to no end!