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!