I been told to be nice

And that is hard to do

It's terrible advice

For saying what is true

I've heard it more than twice

I've heard it once from you

The message was concise

But didn't make it through

Headache from the fake

I'd rather be numb

It's always a mistake

Don't matter where it's from

A place of good faith

"The spirit of fun"

It's always in the way

It benefits none

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So I won't be nice

No prolly not today

I guess it is the price

Of what I wanna say

Perhaps I realized

It's getting in the way

There never was a prize

For being so fake

I won't tell you that it's good

If it really didn't hit

But plenty of em would

Not knowin' what it meant

And then again I could

Cuz any comment sent

Tell the algorithm "good"

And everybody wins

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This ain’t only online

It happens out in life

She say "everything's fine"

When you talkin with ya wife

Maybe just another line

But she cookin' with a knife

Milliseconds redefine

Wrong words, bad night

OK, not quite the same

A reach to say the least

Compared to chasing fame

It's quite a different beast

At the cost of looking lame

And hoping for a feast

Ignoring basic shame

The numbers will increase

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With nothing nice to say

Should be quiet by myself

Maybe I'll be fake and play

Just like everybody else

A wall of happy words

A meaning to explore

It's really for the birds

Not cussing was a chore

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No I won't be nice

No prolly not today

It must be the price

Of what I wanna say

I just realized

It's been getting in the way

There never was a prize

For being so fake (nope)

I can't tell you that it's good

When you know it didn't hit

But plenty of em would

Not knowin' what it meant

But then again I prolly could

Cuz any comment sent

Tells the algorithm "good"

And everybody wins (woo!)

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