And I wish to feel smaller under your hands, though you seem satisfied as you slip mine down your pants. And I'm thinkin' about how you care half as much for me While you lift up my shirt after asking politely.And I guess it doesn't matter what I am or pretend to be Cuz it's her you'll always love and it's her I'll always envy. I want to end this now so dreams of you won't keep me up. But I swear I'm gonna cry. I'm sick of tryin' to be tough.