Not Me

I’m not the girl you’ve been searching for.

My make is not perfect,

and it was not meant for show. 

I’m not the girl you’ve been searching for.

My legs are tired of running

and my optimism is running low.

My feet are swollen and my hands worn out,

My body was grossly misspent, right after you stormed out.

My eyes lost their fire, it just burned out.

My heart has been broken, too badly to ride it out. 

So you see,

I’m not her.

I’m not the girl you’ve been searching for,

My head is fed up 

with all the game playing,

and my heart closed up years ago,

she’s not even listening!

The girl you need is fearless and strong,

she’s the one that can inspire your next song.

The girl you need is soft and sweet,

not bitter like me, from heartache and defeat.

So you see,

I’m not her.

I’m not the girl you’ve been searching for.

My character is too rigid,

my flower -too frigid.

To fluff your fragile ego, while you flirt around

pretending to bee too shy, too timid.

I’m not the girl you’ve been searching for,

You can’t mold me,

or bend me at will, like a sculptor.

I come with my imperfections,

nakedly facing life’s horror.

The girl you need is flexible and compliant,

she’s the one that can make you feel grand, like a giant.

The girl you need is creative and proper,

she’s neither barren nor outrageous, 

like me in my depressive haze, trying to be a show-stopper!

She’s up for the task, of gently taking off your mask;

While all I could make you do, is suffer.

So you see,

I’m not her.

I’m not the one you’ve been searching for.

I’m not her.

I’m not the one you’ve been yearning for!