she looks like sunkissed skin
and golden afternoons
she's got that windy hair, her friends all there
she's walked right to the moon

she looks like forest walks
and late nights spent outside
she's got that smokey haze, her mood unfazed
she's cool and getting high

she looks like sunset time
and parties in the house
she's always smiling wide, a cup nearby
comfy in her blouse

and who am i to judge?
it shows i'm never good enough
i'll never be the girl i want to be.
who am i to judge?
the numbers just do not add up
i'll never be that girl just being me.
is this supposed to make me happy?