Belle of Your Ball
Who is this reserved young starlet?
I’d like to think she’s a great pretender here
Doing the perfectionist thing, going through the motions
That I’ve vainly fought to emulate year after year
Well envy is a deadly sin
Once she loses I can win
How damn selfish of me
Why’s that how it’s gotta be?

She’s the belle of your ball
I’m a flower on your wall
In your eyes she can’t fall
’Cause she’s the belle of your ball
And I’m not there at all

Who is this lovely drama queen?
Yeah right—as if she knows what I’ve been through
Well maybe she does, but who could tell at a first glance?
Not anyone who knows her as little as you do
I wish I could tame my jealousy
But you can’t make it that easy
You had to pick her image over me
When she’s already the epitome of who I’ll never be
She’s the belle of your ball
I’m a flower on your wall
In your eyes she can’t fall
’Cause she’s the belle of your ball
And I’m not there at all

She’s every star in your skies
She’s every smile in your eyes
She’s every laugh, she’s every blush
You’ve succumbed completely
She’s every risk you wanna take
She’s every excuse you’ll ever make
She’s the daydream you conjure to escape me
I’m your reality, and she, she is

Every tear that you cry
Every line that you try
The face that’s behind the thoughts in your mind
In every song you’re singing
Every lie that you tell
Every truth you’ve hidden well
So you don’t hurt my feelings
I’m your reality
I can see why you wanna escape me