Another thing I would put on my 'stati'

I'm so insecure, I think

That I'll die before I drink

I feel like no one wants me

And I hate the way I'm perceived

I only have two real friends

And lately, I'm a nervous wreck

'Cause I love people I don't like

And I hate every song I write

And I'm not cool and I'm not smart

And I can't even parallel park

I kinda wanna throw my phone across the room

'Cause all I see are girls too good to be true

With paper-white teeth and perfect bodies

Wish I didn't care

Co-comparison is killin' me slowly

I think, I think too much

'Bout kids who don't know me

I'm so sick of myself

I'd rather be, rather be

Anyone, anyone else

But jealousy, jealousy

And you're probably with that blonde girl

Who always made me doubt

She's so much older than me

She's everything I'm insecure about

She's so insecure I wish I could help :'(