The real me
Ha, who is she?
Why have the pathetic one
When you can have the one everyone wants to see?

Living her sad life
As a masquerade ball
Living behind me
Who gets credit for it all

I'm smart
And confident
Basically perfect

Why embrace a broken
And wounded
Person who's not worth it?

Oops, gotta go, in a rush
The human needs me to hide
But sometimes I truly wonder
What secrets the real me has to confide?