You're so different now.
You and all those beautiful people
Staring back at me in photographs
Perfect hair and perfect clothes
I was never about all that.
I ran free with mud on my feet
Wind beneath my bent-feathered wings
You didn't seem to mind;
In fact, I thought you liked it.
You have to understand,
All of those beautiful people,
You are trying so hard to be like them;
I will never be like that -
I will never even try.