how many times have i been here?
how many times have i felt
this sick to look at?
let me cut it all off
and throw it out today.
i grow tired of the
same old ways.

pushing the hair in my eyes
trying to make up the best lie
i can.
i can't.
but you all still dance
and look at me the same
because i'm not like you
i don't have a claim to fame.

there really is no similarity
i guess that's why.
but why not?
are there some rules i unlearned
or just forgot?

an image i completely bought;
and you all get caught.
know it's not real
know that after everything
i still feel the same.
it doesn't take it away.
you can't take it from me either.

as great as you think you are;
your own shining star.
if you were really that bright
why can't you teach yourself right?
why do i still get lost in your
endless night?

and i've got to wonder
why you keep stealing my thunder.
and how it's been a while
since i've come up from when
you dragged me under.
why do you still take up so much space
and invade me?
it's done.
but it all seems to come back
to you.
i hate it;
but it always comes back
to you.

love michelle.