I’m not what you want me to be,

You can’t get past what your eyes see.

Why can’t you accept me?

For who I want to be.

Not made or fixed to your perfection,

Therefore, you give rejection.

You are so rude and crude,

No one ever knows your mood.

I can’t be me, a shining star,

Because you can’t figure out who you are!

And that’s why I’m Not For You!

Girl Talk, 2005