Oh I can wish

For duller mind

For more glamour

Or quiet time

For higher heels

Or flattened hips

But the nasty truth

Is at my lips

I will not let it out today

It's no one's business anyway

I'll do some petty work instead

Let it fester in my hand

I'll do some petty work instead

Let it fester in my hand

Do some petty work instead

Let it fester in my hand

What bothers me?

Disatisfies?

Why the silent when

my dark side cries?

If I'm so smart,

What reason then

Do I deceive

my knowledge when

it eats at me

and shows it's true?

It's flat, it fits

Me like a shoe