She tries to be like me,
I hate it more than anything,
She can try all she wants,
But she can NEVER feel my feelings.

She talks about me,
and fails to confront me,
what is it?
is she too good to tell me the truth?

She smiles in my face,
and you can tell there's some jealousy behind it,
i know shes a fake,
deep down somewhere beneath her cold heart,
she wishes she was me,

she is a robot,
and cannot compute,
she is scared,
I'm sure of it,
even though she doesn't tell me,
i can tell,

she has no courage,
who could when you have someone to do your dirty work for you?