My stomach's rotting with the jealousy

Close your eyes and place yourself in another room.
Another house.
Another city.
Another county.
Another state.
Another state of mind. You're someone else now. You're not yourself.
Look back on what you had, what you want, and what you've got. If you keep doing the same thing, and expect different results- you're doing it wrong.

YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG.
Life: You're doing it wrong. World: You're doing it wrong. Friends: You're doing it wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

Every day is a wrong subject and right now I'm failing. I got an 'A' in Latin, but my Pig Latin is far under par. Tiger Woods would be proud of me in the sense that I've got a hole in one in the lesson of failure. My insides are twisting and my outsides are smiling. Welcome to A new Life Jessica.
A corporate song. Could I please just learn how to express what I feel other than a few catchy words? Could I sing about what I want, could I design what I want?

Keep me safe. Keep me warm. Keep me sane. Keep me torn.
Keep me alive. Keep me now.
Now I want to live alive. I want to breathe a breath.
I want to jump a jump. I want to train a train. I want to greet a greeter. I want flames without fire. I want to be whole without you.
I want to be whole.
I want to be me. I want it. I want it bad.

I'm too trendy to be indie.