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I had to be a people pleaser cus nothing pleased my mum 
I never got approval she made me feel so numb
So I needed TLC and to hear the words “well done” 
It made me easy peasy I was treated like I'm dumb 

You’re telling me it’s my fault for being how she taught 
as long as I fall short I need the drugs to mask results 
She believed the bloody worst in me now I believe it too 
And since I’m so very useless what on Earth am I to do 

the friends I found were ego feeders 
selfish through and through 
and being just a nobody 
was all I ever knew 

So when chances came 
they kicked me down 
And just like Sue 
they'd go to town
too selfish to be satisfied 
my helplessness 
their honoured pride
 
They are all just little nobodies with image to protect 
The sort to take a people pleaser leave him as a wreck
they are overcompensating for the things they have not got 
The girls don’t ever look at them the girls don’t think their hot 

They think they’ve lost a friend and that they did no wrong 
They say it’s all my fault as they have said all along 
Praise them their so perfect and let’s sing a classy song, 
let’s sing a classy song, how the brilliant live on

Fakers make denial with their superficial traits 
They do everything perfectly and always blame their mates 
Heavyweights with tongues talking narcissistic dumb 
They can alter falsify and rise as champions 
 
Talk until they visualise 
fulfilment for their missing lives 
where self reflection terrifies 
posing perfectly a prize 

And I am beaten battered broken 
cut open I am potent 
the nucleus is choking devoted 
number one opponent 

If you were a friend of mine 
down until the end of time 
And I left you a friend behind 
do you think there's no reason why? 

Deny the facts and make up lies 
Believing in your alibi’s 
Never been accountable 
Have you worked it out yet fool 

Who knows when the boys grow to men 
talking grown up but act like children
I don’t feel for them, as they still depend 
words are worthless when the talk’s pretend
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