A famous person is trying to help me
Become someone who I am not
Or maybe he see’s something in myself
That I myself forgot
He says I’m really funny
That I have a gift for the world
And I should stand up in front of crowds
When all I want to do is curl
How can I make them happy
When the world is so sad?
An empty laugh is meaningless
I don’t mean to sound so mad
You create your own reality
Are the buzzwords he does say
Well excuse me Mr Guru
How much do I need to pay?
The truth is that I know I’m great
A have something I want to share
It’s just I don’t know what it is
Or that anyone will care
Talking pish comes so easy
But I need to learn to edit
But that would spoil the illusion
And give my brain the credit
These words come from my soul
They are directly heaven sent
They do not come from God
For I know that truth gets bent
I don’t mean to sound pretentious
That’s just how I am perceived
I know you were trying to help me
But who are you to be believed?
I reached out a greedy hand
You came back to me with love
So I am sorry now to throw it back
With a broken promise golden glove
I need to find my own way
To fail on my own two feet
So I am going to master the art
Of making people greet
That would let me off the hook
And take the pressure off
I have enough trauma in my life
Without trying to make cunts laugh
Cheers!
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