How different are we really?
If we both long for the same thing
The home of belonging, the comfort of acceptance
While you run after boys and temporary highs
I chase after big girl dreams and nightmares too
Facing each one alone
When you’re stuck in the moment with your feet glued to the ground
My head floats high above the clouds, searching
For the best version of me
How different are we really?
If the only time we don’t chameleon ourselves to fit in is when we’re with each other
Because when it’s just you and I,
You admit it all to me
How much they piss you off
How you’re “not really friends”
Or maybe that’s not the real you either
Maybe every you is a fake you
Because every you goes back to them anyway
Who is that?
And how similar are we now,
Really?
