What she wants is not me,
Actually what she wants will never be.
Perfect grades, perfect friends, cooks, cleans and polite,
This idea alone makes me loose my appetite.

This girl she imagines, textbook perfect,
is gone and not underneath the surface.
I used to be her, when I was younger that is,
and then I grew up and she disappeared.

I got new friends, and came out of this shell
This new me had a real life, which she tries to turn to
hell.
Although I still try my best to succeed,
I know her expectations are too far out of reach.

I don't understand why she doesn't want me,
But I can't change for anyone but me.