lipstick on a pig

If you saw me at a party would you come and say hi? I know I wouldn't, even if you were my type of guy So I'll sit inside my room and talk to no one Sitting, stewing, wondering why I am so alone I try to make myself look pretty, it's like lipstick on a pig You can mask the mask but people know what's under it So I'll plagiarize the people I love, I'll copy them so people don't know me It's better that way Oohhh Oohhh I'm smoking to my death, at least it's much more glamourous than thinking to it Can't imagine any other way I wish I had someone to sing these songs to To write about, think about, fill my brain But until that day comes, some miracle I'll sit here, sit here just rotting away Oohhh Oohhh (Just rotting away)