I know the rhyme is screwed up every other stanza and in the last stanza. I meant to do that!!!!!
Compared
Perfect girl, perfect smile
Everything I could never be
She is who she is
But I’m just me
She is perfect in every way
And I am normal, average, everyday
I hate being compared to her
Because I’m always a loser
She is president of every club
I’ve never been secretary
She gets straight A’s and perfect scores
I struggle to get a B
She is perfect in every way
And I am normal, average, everyday
I hate being compared to her
Because I’m always a loser
I’ve got hopes, I’ve got dreams
She’s got everything
I’ve got a chance
But she’s got the whole world in her hands
She is perfect in every way
And I am normal, average, everyday
I hate being compared to her
Because I’m always a loser
I won’t be compared to her
No more being a loser
Today is my day
I’m living my life my way
