I know beauty doesn’t create joy
I know money doesn’t make living wonderful
But can you blame me for thinking that maybe
They could make it just a little more bearable
I know intelligence doesn’t make others like you
I know talent doesn’t help you through it all
But say what you want I knew all along
Even if it doesn’t heal it sure softens the fall
My defeat shall be jealousy
For wanting what others already have
I long to be perfect and accepted
So the loneliness and agony won’t seem so bad
I lust for friendship and happiness
For love and affection as well
But I’m no hero and no celebrity
So it’s a lesson that’s not really mine to tell

 
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