Bad News

Whatever it is you think you are
 You aren't:
 A good friend, unique, well-read
 Good-looking, or smart
 Well now you know
 well I hate to be the one to bear such bad news
 I know it hurts to hear
 But it's true
 You don't mean anything
 To anyone but me
 And even I think
 That you're blinded by conceit
 So now you know
 free beer
 And basement shows
 Don't mean you've made it
 It's what you do
 Not who you were, what you wear, where you've been
 So do something
 whoever you think is watching you dance
 From across the room
 They aren't
 If anything, they feel sorry for you
 'cause you try so hard
 I know it hurts to hear
 But it's the truth
 So you might as well hear it
 From a friend
 You're a has-been
 That never was
 I know it's mean to say
 But it's something I've been meaning to say to you
 For a while
 You're a has-been
 That never was
 Or will be