You were a masterpiece I thought they should've hung in the Louvre,

I guess I was too blinded by you

and the way you made me feel,

like I thought you were meant just for me,

to truly understand

that you shouldn't only look at a masterpiece,

you should try to understand it.

I, on the other hand,

to you I was a mainstream book,

too ordinary for you

to take the time to read,

because if it wasn't given a "classic" title,

then you discard it

and you say "oh, well, it can't be deep!"

I don't think I am mainstream,

I think there is so much more to me

than the basic front you see.

You must think I'm like every other girl,

I guess that's why you won't call,

but then you're a hypocrite.

Because no girl is like the other.

Every girl is like a rose in a garden,

each beautiful in their way,

and I guess although you're smart

and intellectual

and whatever,

you are too dumb to see,

that it's okay to be mainstream.

And if I dare give it more thought,

you are just like every other boy

I meet in a record store

by the indie vinyl section,

so why do I always change myself

just to fit your expectations?