Here lies a woman

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!