Why is it always her and never me?
I feel like I’m a glass house trapped.
I was the one who got to know you.
She only wanted you for popularity.
I knew what kind of music you liked.
I knew what kind of sports you played.
The door was always shut in my face.
There was never room for me, for you.
You wanted to talk to me about this.
I decided that I can’t open a window.
I may not be the perfect girl for you,
but I do know I am the Glass Slipper.
