i lie to protect myself and
i make up stories to seem exciting
i need security of people liking me
i can't be boring or else they will hate me
but i can't quite figure out how they could like me
for who i am
how pathetic is my life?
but don't feel sorry
i lie to have attention
i get it by pretending i have things i don't have
like the cabbage patch kids that the girls have
this lie i've taken too far (wish i could take back)
but i can't quite figure out how they could like me
for who i am
how pathetic is my life?
but don't feel sorry for me!
poor little me!
i lie and no one knows it
i'd like to be known as special
don't judge me 'til i tell you what i did last night
i flew up on a kite! can you believe that?
but i can't quite figure out how they could like me
for who i am
how pathetic is my life?
but don't feel sorry for me!
poor little me!
