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I wish I could sit on that shelf

Next to my TV memorabilia

And my future golden gramophones

That are probably made of cheap plastic

The five dollar t-shirts that hang in my closet

Are worth more than the torso they cover

Except for my belly button

Because it's unique and rare

Why am I so under appreciated?

I'm a genius, and they don't know it yet

I'm probably worth just one soggy McNugget

That expired last Monday

Wedged between the couch

Did you know that after three months

All I got from my music was one buck

And fifty-four cents?

When the executives decide your fate,

Don't matter what you put forth

Gotta know people to get through the door

I wish I could know what it's like

To have people watching my every movement

Even though it's invasive

It would be nice to be known

The mask that I wear

Yes it's just a façade

Is hiding what I'm feeling inside

My work isn't good enough

And that's why it won't bear any fruit

Why am I so under appreciated?

I'm a genius, and they don't know it yet

You'd probably have to trade in millions of me

At Chuck-E-Cheese to get one Tootsie Roll

It's hard to want to carry on when you know

That your efforts won't be notice by anyone

When the executives decide your fate,

Don't matter what you put forth

Gotta know people to get through the door

I wish that the world favored the best of the best

Not the most rich, or well dressed

I'm trying my hardest to find my own groove

But my ego's already been bruised

Like a rotten piece of fruit

I've been given leather armor

In a battle against an army of steel

Is it enough to go on

When I'm fighting a battle I'm prepared to lose?