why can't i accept my fate
as your object of hate?
i know it's much too late
for an inner change of state.
this is the person that i am
it's not any sort of sham.

take it or leave it
no need to squeeze it
or shake.
tell me the person
you'd like me to make
i can't keep telling myself
it's you.

because its me.
this is just how its
meant to be.
me wanting
you seemingly flaunting
my dreams that you're
haunting
they don't leave.

you're my favourite pet-peeve.
completely out of my league.
you dont even notice me.
alone.

the girl with the broken smile
im the non-existant one
while your out there having fun
screaming out your name
they're obsessed with your fame.
and i just like you
without a real reason.

i just wanted you to notice me
pretend you wanted me there.
pretend there was something
we could share
because its always been a game
of pretend.

that way the breaking is fake
and i wont have to mend.
but when your so good
at faking it
pretend can feel real.

i can't be you're only one
i can't be anyone.
you don't want me to.
i always play the fool.
i dont bend
i break.
and it stopped being so easy to make
it up..

love michelle