He thinks I’m someone I never claimed to be
Like some glamorous model on T.V
He calls me cute, lovely and gorgeous
He makes me think I’m flawless
He doesn’t know a lot of things
Like how my fingers are too fat for diamond rings
Or how my fringe is never straight
Or how I lie to all my mates
He doesn’t know I don’t like how my dad acts
Or how I can never face facts
He doesn’t know how I care what people say
And how I can't keep my feelings at bay
Or how I’m scared of getting close to anyone
So basically I’m a con!
I don’t do everything right
And how I’m consonantly in a fight
With my head and my heart
But at least I'm never false or a tart
The truth is why can’t I just be who I am?
And why do I always feel like my life is one big scram?
