That Girl

I know one thing is for sure...

I don’t want to be her.
I don’t want to be that girl.
I don’t want to be a heart-breaker,
A boyfriend-taker,
Or a love-faker.

I don’t want to be her.
I don’t want to be that girl.
I don’t want to be a fashion-queen,
Out on the beauty scene,
Trying to look sixteen.

I don’t want to be her.
I don’t want to be that girl.
I don’t want to be juggling places,
Slapped across both my faces,
Trying to rest all my cases.

I don’t want to be her.
I don’t want to be that girl.
I don’t want to be a crying shame,
Passing off all the blame,
Treating life like a game.

I don’t know who I want to be,
I just know I don’t want to be her.

The End

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