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I kind of want to throw my phone across the room Cause all I see are good, so good to be true Paper IDs and perfect bodies, I wish I didn't care I know that beauty is not my life But it feels like that way it is on my back And I can't let it go Poor comparison is killing me slowly I think I think too much about kids who don't know me I'm so sick of myself Rather be, rather be Anyone, anyone else Jealousy, jealousy Started following me He, he, he, he Started following me He, he, he, he And I see you in the room getting all the things that I want I'm happy for them but then again I'm not Just cool vintage clothes and vacation photos I can't stand it, oh god I sound crazy But feeling is not my life I know there's times when I can't help getting caught Up in the world, go Poor comparison is killing me slowly I think I think too much about kids who don't know me I'm so sick of myself Rather be, rather be Anyone, anyone else Jealousy, jealousy I've been so cool, you go that way and I And your daddy says go and he can't even look In your face Pretty boyfriend too, I wanna be you so bad
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