You never self efface or sorry say
Inside I sob at callousness in words expressed
I let it slide observe the line of grey
I write off jealous jibe as vulgar jest
Youre such a serious soul I shouldve guessed
Ill laugh a lot at silliest shallow stuff
You want to do the same Ive now assessed
Youre sick of present self your manners gruff
Youd swap a destiny turn powder puff
This life I live youd pull off problem free
Youve studied me up close you know enough
Youd hug yourself a slightly better me
Youre not a narcissist the mirrors glitch
I guess you want to be a silly bitch
Chorus glitch err snag
