Stop pretending you feel the same,
this isn’t a fuckin' game.
I thought I finally met a great guy,
damn was that ever a lie.
I’m sorry that I don’t look like Barbie.
She’s so fake, plus
why would I want a body that would break?
I don’t drop to my knees,
and say pretty please.
That somehow makes me less of a person.
Sorry, but you don’t know what your missin'.
