Look at me.

Look past the eyes; look past the hair.

What do you see?

Or do you even care?

I don’t want to hear that I’m wonderful, or that I’ve got good looks.

I don’t want the truth found in storybooks.

I only want the real; I want the raw.

Give me the truth that drops my jaw.

Although you might be trying,

no good can ever come of your lying.

So give it up.

I’m sick of your bullshit.

Just give me the truth- ‘cause I can handle it.