I am not her,
I never will be,
Soon you will see,
I can only be me.
Our hearts are made
Of differing things,
Mine made of gold,
Held together by strings.
Pretty she is,
With hair made silk,
Rose-colored cheeks,
Skin's colored milk.
Her body is thin,
While mine's like a pear,
But unlike your girl,
I will always be there.
Unknown to you,
With this I'm okay,
There's things that I've got,
Things I shan't change.
I forgive way too easily,
My heart on my sleeve,
Although people hurt me,
I never can leave.
Forever I'm kind,
To those that I hate,
Falling behind,
Always too late.
Soft as your teddy,
Fuzzy as a peach,
She dances without care,
Dreams of nooses and bleach.
She smiles oh-so-wide,
Not valuing a life,
Where people can't tell,
She bears a sharp knife.
I don't have to worry,
About being like her,
Because unlike her I'm happy,
Without those "three little words".
