Whatever it is you think you are
you aren’t:
a good friend, unique, well-read
good-looking, or smart.
Well now you know.
Well I hate to be the one to bear such bad news.
I know it hurts to hear
but it’s true.
you don’t mean anything
to anyone but me.
And even I think
that you’re blinded by conceit.
So now you know.
Free beer
and basement shows
don’t mean you’ve made it.
It’s what you do
not who you were, or what you wear, or where you’ve been,
so do something
Whoever you think is watching you dance
from across the room,
they aren’t.
If anything, they feel sorry for you
’cause you try so hard.
I know it hurts to hear
but it’s the truth/
So you might as well hear it
from a friend.
You’re a has-been
that never was.
And I know it’s mean to say
but it’s something I’ve been meaning to say to you
for a while.
You’re a has-been
that never was
or will be.
Thanks to killthemwithkindness@gmail.com for submitting Bad News Lyrics.
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