other people's outsides

I'm always comparing my insides
to other people's outsides
and no matter what I do
I always wind up short
I've got my excuses
but fact is, the truth is
this ain't no baseball game
and life is not a sport

          look at you
          look at me
          I know which one of us
          I'd rather be

I'm always comparing my failures
to hopeful persuaders
I don't want to hear
the cold, hard facts
I've got my reasons
but now they're teasing me
and no matter what I do
I don't know how to react

          look at me
          look at you
          I know which of us
          doesn't have a clue

I'm always comparing my insides
to other people's outsides
I do it over and over again
knowing I'll never win