She's better than me. And always will be.
She started learning seduction as a child.
Back then I was already learning to be wild.
Her mother taught her to wear pearls,
and only say pleasing things to men.
To always be certain and brush her curls.
Yep, she's a yes girl, something I'll never be.
I never learned how to swallow down hard reality.
When you feed me your beliefs I often choke.
But I never show that I'm lost or even broken.
Or sometimes hurt.
I just nod along and pretend to be nice and sweet.
Even if we know that only happens in my sleep.
I know your disappointment is brutal and sharp,
and it will cut deeper than a knife in my heart.
So I try and say all the appropriate things,
no matter the humiliation it might bring.
I just take your indifference with a smile,
yet still try and always go that extra mile.
To simply prove my love..
She's better than me. And always will be.
But I think I'm happier being me.
Even if I live like a tempest caught out at sea.
At least I'll still be learning to be myself..
.... and I'll be free.
