(B)I kind a wan na throw my phone a cross the (A)room ’cause all I see are girls too good to be (B)true with teeth and

(A)ies.

Wish care.

I know their (B)beau ty’s not my (A)lack

but it feels like that (B)weight is on my (A)back and I can’t let it go.

(B)Com com pa ri son is (A)kill ing me slow ly.

I (B)think I think too much ’bout (A)kids who don’t know me.

(B)I’m so sick of my self,

I’d (A)rath er be, rath er be

(B)an y one, an y one else.

My (A)jeal ous y, jeal ous y start ed fol low ing (B)me.

(He he he he.)

Start ed fol low ing (B)me.

(He he he he.)

And (B)I see ev ’ry one get ting all the things I (A)want, I’m

(B)not.

Just clothes and va

(B)win is not my (A)loss.

(B)can’t help get ting (A)caught

up in it all.

Co (A)jeal ous y, jeal ous y.

Yeah, all your (B)friends are so cool, you go out ev e ry night in your (A)dad dy’s nice car, yeah, you’re liv ing the life.

Got a (B)pret ty face, a pret ty boy friend too.

I wan na (A)be you so bad, and I don’t e ven know you.

(B)All I see is what I should be: (A)hap pi er, pret ti er, jeal ous y, jeal ous y.

(B)All I see is what I should be, I’m (A)los ing it, all I get’s jeal ous y, jeal ous y.

(B)Com com pa ri son is (A)kill ing me slow ly.

I (B)think I think too much ’bout (A)kids who don’t know me.

(B)I’m so sick of my self,

(A)rath er be, rath er be

(B)an y one, an y one else.

My (A)jeal ous y, jeal ous y Oh, (B)I’m so sick of my self,

I’d (A)rath er be, rath er be

(B)an y one, an y one else.

But (A)jeal ous y, jeal ous y start ed fol low ing me.