Sad Truth
I'm not as beautiful as you think.
Underneath, I'm really ugly.
So if thats all you want me for, I'd go along and play.
Because the truth is, I'm really mean, and I don't like people.
I'd rather hang outside with the dogs.
So go ahead and like me for who you think I am.
But the people who know me, know the sad truth.
No one wants me.
And no one will.
Thats the sad truth of being human.
And being me.
Underneath, I'm really ugly.
So if thats all you want me for, I'd go along and play.
Because the truth is, I'm really mean, and I don't like people.
I'd rather hang outside with the dogs.
So go ahead and like me for who you think I am.
But the people who know me, know the sad truth.
No one wants me.
And no one will.
Thats the sad truth of being human.
And being me.
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