From the moment I heard Lou say I made the band
I knew that I was hot though I wasn’t yet a man
A moody child never speaks a lot about his feelings
Guess my hurt and my pain don’t make me real appealing
I hoped girls would be nice to me
The other guys, like my family
Sing a couple pop songs, be happy all the time
Give fans autographs and a poster lots of times
Girls would think I was a cool guy
But instead they say I’m stoic, and that I never try
I’m “EVIL”, but I have feelings too
I just don’t smile much, but what’s that gonna prove
Yet they rejected me, CE LA VIE
My life sucks, fans treat me unfairly
Even so, a God there must be
Mini-Me, you complete me