
I’m not a genius
Not even close
There’s nothing to see here
Not even a ghost.
I’m genuinely fake
To cover my scabs
I use my charm
To spread my crabs.
This is all mine
Deserved from the start
My wisdom is tarnished
By my dearth of heart.
I’m not a genius
Not even close
There’s nothing to see here
Not even a ghost.
I’m genuinely fake
To cover my scabs
I use my charm
To spread my crabs.
This is all mine
Deserved from the start
My wisdom is tarnished
By my dearth of heart.