All of your lies are sensationalized,
Your life is completely dramatized.
Everything seems ugly on the surface,
For your shallowness is your bliss.
No one's worthy for you to love true,
Unless you think they're sexy to you.
You are just a storefront reflection,
Being tugged at from every direction.
Popularity comes in a leather dress.
Dignity is erased by monetary excess.
No one will even remember your name,
You are a stat to a manwhores fame.
If you saw yourself you would scream,
But maybe this is just a bad dream?
I enjoy hurting your precious sight,
I'll stay unique so I won't be liked.
Cut out the acting so we can all see,
Just how ugly you pretend not to be.
Unpopular kids are shit in your eye,
Whatever you are, you're dead in mine.
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