Disclaimer: I own nothing/no one except the plot.
I've never been the girl that begs for the spotlight. I didn't even try that hard, but it just came to me. You beg for the spotlight like it's been your calling since birth. And you still haven't caught a glimpse of it for the right reasons. You say I didn't deserve the spotlight. I say that jealousy is an illness.
Do I come across as a bitch? My sincere apologies, dear. I am certainly not a bitch, but I am certainly the girl who will call you out for being a bitch. Sarcasm comes naturally, reality comes easily, and I was born to tell the God's honest truth. Your act doesn't work with me.
You try to pull stunts just to catch the people's eyes. I recall the day that you stole my boyfriend. That's okay, I'm over it and I'm very proud to say I've found someone better. He's someone who wouldn't look at you if you paid him millions of dollars. You've fooled them all so far. But maybe if I get my words heard, I'll win their hearts and your true colors can show.
I admit I never like it when I can't win. I don't like the fact that I'm in second place with my own friends. I've always been the type to fall behind, but this is the first time I've watched everyone walk away. But hell, there are no more excuses. I'll get rid of the bruises and be okay.
I've gotta be myself. You've gotta be yourself. I've gotta fix the things I know how to. I know how to fix myself. I don't know how to fix you, but that's okay. You'll fix yourself eventually.
I've gotta trust myself. I'll use who I am and what I have. I'll wow the crap out of you. I'll come back bigger and better, I'll come back myself. You'll never be yourself though, will you? You'll forever be an artificially made blow-up doll.
Don't just wait and sit. You aren't getting anywhere in those hooker outfits. If you have a problem, then fix it somehow. You can't find yourself, fix it. Listen to your heart, not the sex-driven part of your head. It's getting you no where.
You're not as perfect as you think. I can see past your fogged glares. I can see past your stupid songs. I can see past you. You're lost and don't want to admit it. You don't know who the hell you are.
I just wish you'd get it. I wish that you'd understand that you aren't as amazing as you claim to be. You're the reason I'm still agonizing over my old life. My old friends, my old boyfriend. You're the reason I lost everything... Everything but my mind.
Don't complain and wish cause all you'll ever get is a pile of rackets that need to be broken.
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A/N: It's short, yeah, yeah. If you didn't understand it, it's Miley showing her feelings about Selena. It's also sort of Miley's self-realization of how no matter how much Selena gets under her skin she needs to let it go. That kind of stuff. :)
P.S. definition of a racket: an excuse you make that holds you back from doing a certain thing or reaching a goal.