You are immaculate but what am I
standing beside you, taking more and more of my shine away, I am jealous
I've been called wonderful, I've been called exciting, but I've never been called immaculate like you, My envy tears me apart, can we be friends when I feel this way? you may think so, but I cannot say
oh intellectual are you, the light of the public's eye
so immaculate, but why tell me why?
why not me to be like you? I could take all the praise, Immaculately expected to catch the eyes of all beholders
Like I've said, I've been called extravagant and a leader amongst my peers
but, I've never been called immaculate like you
Can we be friends when I feel this way
You may think so, but I cannot say.