Less Like You

I am the child with stars in her eyes
Dancing in fallen leaves
I am the little girl on the playground
Vulnerable and naïve
I am the wounded wolf in the corner,
Ready to bite her way free
I am the broken door in your cage
As you're running away from me

And I will rummage through your soul
Before you catch a glimpse of mine
And then I'll throw mine at your feet
Just to see if you'll trample it down

I'll always take a little bit more
Than you rally want to give
I'll always give a little bit more
Than you really want to have
I'll always show a little bit more
Than you really want me to
And I'll always be a little bit more;
A little bit less like you

I am the nervous head on the pillow
Waiting for you to call
I am the little slut in the nightclub
Waiting for the next man to fall
And I am so lovely and I'm so disgusting
And you don't know what to believe
And whoever I am and whoever you are,
I'm not what you think you see

And I will rummage through your soul…

I'll always take a little bit more…

And I – I'm so confused now;
I have become only this
You have diminished me, though you might nit have meant to
Now I'm constantly trying to be sweet – I'm not really sweet you know…

And I'll always take a little bit more…