It's easy for me to forget my roots, to forget where I come from
My people the melody
And our culture the rythm
It's easy for me to fall back in my mind everytime I find myself comparing me to all the other girls I see,
Because I just want to be them
The blonde hair and blue eyes
The green eyes and red hair,-
Because somehow it never seemed fair that I got stuck with the Puerto Rican browns
I hated it
I thought it was boring and average
I've been called a try-hard
But it's just because I put a piece of myself into everything that I do
People see that and they try to use that against me
Which I also hated
Because it never seemed like they had to try-as-hard as me
So maybe it is true
Life is easier for those...