Fake laugh, fake smile
Fake lips, and nails, and mainstream style
Feeling strangely lonely in the crowd
Have no words to say, and yet so loud
No dreams, no ambitions
No future, misguided volition
Face frozen in an eternal frown
Tons of makeup and a cardboard crown
What’s your hobby? Bar hopping.
What’s your music? Electro looping.
Wanna be loved? Well, maybe at the end
For now, I will do with one night stand
Your brain’s stuck in Tinder
Your hair is covered in glitter
Rings and necklaces covered in gold
For a cheap price of the world you sold
Listen, I’ll tell you what:
Better be hated for who you are
Than to be loved for who you are not