She was prom queen, cashmere sweaters, designer shoes,
the girl who had it all, with nothing left to lose.
After graduation, she flaunted a diamond ring,
we clapped, we cheered, like she owned everything.
But things cracked fast, that fairy tale didn’t last,
she left the guy behind, moved on way too fast.
Ran off to Spain with a guy who liked me first—
guess in her world, second place doesn’t hurt.
Then Spain faded, like a chapter torn,
she came back home, looking weathered, worn.
Living under her parents’ familiar glow,
the girl who once had it all, but now feels low.
Looking back, I see her still—
the girl who had it all, queen of the hill.
She pushed me to be more, to reach and dare,
but now I know, there’s freedom in not needing to compare.
