Strong, cool, calm, collected.
That's what they all say.
Hot, pretty, unique, different.
I hear it every day.
So why am I alone? Why do I need to cry?
Are all these things I'm being told just part of one big lie?

Smart, funny, likeable, witty.
They tell me all day long.
Firey, bad, sweet, affectionate.
But listen to my song.
No one wants any of that. No one wants to fly.
Are all these things I'm being told just part of one big lie?

They tell me I'm the perfect catch.
Without me they'd be dead.
They gush over my looks and personality.
But pass me up instead.
So if I'd be the perfect catch for any and every guy,
Why are all the things I'm being told turning into one big lie?

If I am strong and unique,
And if I am everything they say;
If I am hot and affectionate,
All those things I hear every day,
Why am I alone right now? Why do I need to cry?
Are all these things I'm being told just part of one big lie?