The Tatty Truth - Influencer

I'm an influencer
Look at me
I'm really special
Can't you see
I crave attention
So I preen and I pout
On the surface I'm perfect
But I'm wracked with doubt

These are sorrowful years
A generation obsessed with the approval of peers
Always chasing a moment of fame
These are sorrowful years

Scratch the surface
And there is noting there
Its all an illusion
That they claim and share
A hostage to their ego
And a dream of fame
Desperate for love
And elusive acclaim

These are sorrowful years
A generation obsessed with the approval of peers
Always chasing a moment of fame
These are sorrowful years

I decide what influences me
If anything you contribute negatively
You are self ordained
You are self obsessed
Your only skill is being partially dressed

Unloved children with emotional scars
Filling that void pretending to be stars
Its bovarism at its very worst
You've an ego with an insatiable thirst

These are sorrowful years
A generation obsessed with the approval of peers
Always chasing a moment of fame
These are sorrowful years

I decide what influences me
If anything you contribute negatively
You are self ordained
You are self obsessed
Your only skill is being partially dressed

These are sorrowful years
A generation obsessed with the approval of peers
Always chasing a moment of fame
These are sorrowful years

Written by:
Des Ryan

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