the game
Tuesday, Nov. 12, 2002
The Game
I’ll read your words and
Respond with lies
Tell you how great you are
Fill you head with helium highs
Then you can list me
And I will think you're my friend
Surely you are telling me the truth
When your opinion is also pretend
I’ll gush about perfection
Then when I list your name
You can blush at my adoration
And return the favor in same
My profile will burst wide open
With names far and wide
I’ll pretend I am important
Even though I’m the same inside
Lets play the game
Called diaryland
You might not like what I say
You might not understand
But I don’t like cheaters and infidelity sucks
I am not perfect
Some of the things I have done are fucked
But if you sleep with a married man
I’m going to tell you you’re wrong
As nicely as I can
You can tell me my faults
I’ll take them in stride
But fuck this pretend game
I’m here to find myself
Not to learn how to smile and hide
If I’ve ever said something nice to you about your diary, I meant it. If I tell you what I think it is the truth, not fluff for the sake of this fucked up game I see everyone playing. Oh you’re so kewl..you’re so fine…you fuck married men, oh but …nevermind.
everything's so blurry, and everyone's so fake..
so make up your own ending and lemme know just how u feel..
-Puddle of Mudd
