If I was perfect
If I was different
If I had a boy
If I had more . . .
All these ifs replay inside my head
And there's nothing I can do to turn them off
There driving me to insanity
Telling my I shouldn't be me
But I'm so over
With trying to impress
And I'm so over
With trying to make you like me
Because if you think I should change
Then maybe it wasn't meant to be
And now I can sleep through the night
Without the helpless thoughts replaying over and over again
And now I can have piece from within
Without your face to replace what I used to enjoy
And that's the end of that
 
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