Bad ideas, but ideas none the less.

The worst part is I can not lie,
I wish I could look you in the eye,
And tell you how perfect I am,
But the truth spills out,
I am who I am.

I’m not saying what you want me to say,
It’s not how you pictured this,
So the truth is out and you’ve come to see,
I’m not who you thought I was.