I am tired of trying to be perfect Perfect daughter, friend and stranger Why can't anyone see? That i just want to sometimes be me I know you've got expectations and I've done as best as i can to make your dreams come true I'm a good student... i don't drink, don't smoke...i always do as I'm told Is it so weird that i want to spread my wings? You know that I'm not happy; i can see it in your eyes And I know you see in mine But i wish you would see that i want it at least once to be all about me I wish someone would put their arm around me and say 'Everything will be ok' I'm tired of being her... Because i just want to be me. But do i really know who 'me' is? Is it the girl i saw in the mirror today or stranger that hurt your feeling yesterday? What if the person i want to be is lost forever? What if i can't to nothing about it? Are you going to help me...or just laugh about it?