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Your sense of your humour is getting to me
It’s like you feed off of our laughter
Like you can’t stand in a dull-dim room
Your constant search for spotlight is getting to me
It’s like you can’t blend in with the crowd
Like you can’t live without having the crown
Your constant need for attention is getting to me
Like you realize you exist when all eyes are on you
Like you realize you speak when everyone listens to you
They think you’re the comedian
That you’re the king
That you’re God
But what you really are my friend is insecure
I can’t stand your humour
It lacks your personality
You make people laugh
Not because you can’t stand in a dull, dim room
But because you can’t tolerate a dull, dim room
I can’t stand your constant search of spotlight
You need a crowd to convey your thoughts
Because you can’t talk to anyone
I can’t stand your need for attention
For reasons still unknown to me
You're not the king
They have their cards wrong
You’re the joker
Who puts on a great fake smile
And an even greater show
And you cry
And you bleed
Because you’re not God honey,
You're merely a human
Trying to be in sync
With your perception