She's says I'm everything she wants to be and I like it.
A pretty thing or her ugly king, but I'm perfect.

Well don't shoot me on the run, 'cause I'm over it.
Don't clip my wings to come, 'cause I'm over you.
Yeah I'm over you.

She's taking me for granted again,
falling short of dancing with friends.
Only when I try to be someone I'm not I succeed.

She says she's seeking recognition for her ego.

With irony, she's indulging me, I guess so.

Well don't shoot me on the run, 'cause I'm over it.
Don't clip my wings to come, 'cause I'm over you.
Yeah I'm over you.

She's taking me for granted again,
breathing through a test tube that bends.
Still I'm just a waste of time, inside her mind,
I'm someone else.

Only when I try to be someone I'm not I succeed.