Why can’t I be the girl
who has no scars to show?
Her laughter is so true, and
there's pain she’ll never know.

Why can’t I be the girl
with the unforgettable smile?
The one that never leaves your mind
even for a while.

Why can’t I be the girl
with the sunshine in her eyes?
The one who’s always beautiful
even when she cries.

Why can’t I be the girl,
the one different from the rest?
Because not even three of me
can compare to half her best.

Why am I stuck with me,
the one who’s fallen down?
The one who’s barely there
‘cause I’ve been kicked around.

Why am I stuck with me?
I’m unhappy with myself.
But smile big and choke a lie
so no one else can tell.