Dignity

Go on. It's what you're good at,
What you're 'born to do.'
Precious little hearts pay the price,
The souls they belong to
Will give anything to be with you.
To breathe your air,
Hands are tangled in your perfect hair.

We all have ambitions
We all strive to reach them.
You, yeah you.
Well you're different, to say the least.
You get anything, anyone or everything you want.

Some of us are jealous in your eyes.
Even me. In your eyes.
In my eyes, I'm perfectly fine the way I am.
You will not use me.
You will not steal my heart.

It's mine, not yours.
Keep your shameless one-liners.
And your perfect hair.
And your perfect smile.
And your stupid guitar.
And your perfect voice.
Give me my soul back.
We're clear, yes?