All your friends are so cool, you go out every night, in your daddy's nice car, yeah, you're livin' the life. Got a pretty face, pretty boyfriend, too. I wanna be you so bad, and I don't even know you. All I see is what I should be; happier, prettier, jealousy, jealousy. All I see is what I should be; I'm losin' it, all of it, jealousy, jealousy. Comparison is killin' me slowly. I think I think too much, 'bout kids who don't know me. And I'm so sick of myself. I'd rather be anyone else.