Sitting here judging her
Studying her like she's under a microscope
How are you that pretty? I say to myself
your clothes there perfect
your shoes, you probably spent 100 dollars on shoes that mean nothing
well to us on you there everything.
you wear absolutely no makeup and your face is perfect
when you get up in the morning, perfect, perfection.
your attitude- someone could break your heart and would still have that glorious smile on your face.
In reality when I'm judging you, I'm judging myself;
Saying why can't I be as perfect as you.
I just wonder outside with all that perfectness if inside is just as good?