The Ugly Truth
im the only one, whos accepted the truth, im as dull as a knife, but as sharp as a tooth, whatever i get, its my own special booth, im as dumb as a rock, but as smart as a sleuth. theres nobody for me, i dont even care, ive accepted the facts, cause life isnt fair, their hands are covered, while my hands are bare, if you think that im ugly, then why do you stare? i see a couple walk by, and my heart starts to tear, my alarm is still broken, so you wont hear it blare, im playing a game, its called truth vs. dare, im not part of the world, so i sit in my lair. i do not love, so i dont have to share, i will prove that im king, by becoming the mayor, everywhere i go, theres always a pair, ill just be by myself, while theres love in the air.
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