Everyone expects something of me,
It makes it hard to be who I wanna be,
They want me to be perfect,
But being perfect isn't worth it,
Everyday I'm pushed by stress,
It seems like I never get any rest,
They can't let me bve myself,
Instead they want me to be a trophy on a shelf,
I guess Barbie's song,
Was wrong,
Because you can't always be,
Who you wanna be.
