stuck in this imitation world,
the "never fit in" girl
this is who I AM
accepting it should be the hardest thing ever done
im lost and unfocused
sometimes i think thats where i was meant to be
free to do what i want but at the beckon call of being left behind
unsuccessful and riding this world wind
my worst days about to begin
 i wanna jump rope and take back what i never had but the truth is
its too late

so i sit here in my misery
not really wanting a rescue
i dont know what i want
besides money, cars, and the clothes
a new place on my map to go

and these BITCHES ohhhh these bitches
grazing their presence as if I DONT EXIST
hell has yet to erupt
and you've yet to see me pissed