I’m like black licorice, a little twisted and a little bitter   I’m a loser but I ain’t no quitter, I just change my mind   You’re more like strawberry, which isn’t like strawberry at all   You’re kinda sweet, and artificial, the more popular choice      Screw you and you’re good attitude,   I think i’ll stick with being rude      It’s hard to admit, it’s hard to admit   Sometimes I wish I was more like you   I’m addicted to pain and it’s hard to quit   Sometimes I wish I was more like you   You’re perfectly healthy in body and mind   You’ve got the answers that are so hard to find   It’s hard to admit, it’s hard to admit   Sometimes I wish I was more like you      You’re more like a dog and I’m more like a cat   You’re ready to play, I’m ready to nap   You’re ready to give, I’m ready to take   You call it nice, I call it fake