| Where I have to fake tears when I’m laughing
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| Smile when I’m unhappy
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| Everybody’s reaching for the crown
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| But I don’t want it
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| I try to tell myself that I’m an optimist
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| Crying on my own, it gave me thicker skin
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| But really in the end it feels the opposite
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| Thinking all my friends they really wore me in like a pair of Dr. Martens
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| I close my eyes
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| And small specs of light are there dancing through my eyelids
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| Spiralling in the middle of the night
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| I close my eyes and I’m who I wanna be
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| Wake up and they won’t let me, let me
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| I don’t wanna be miss world (Miss World)
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| Not in this sick world (Sick world)
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| Where I have to fake tears when I’m laughing
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| Smile when I’m unhappy
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| Everybody clapping when I’m down
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| Don’t need to be miss world
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| No, not in this sick world (Sick world)
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| Where I gotta pretend that I got this
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| When I’ve fucking lost it
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| Everybody’s reaching for the crown
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| But I don’t want it
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| Everything is sunshine and daffodils
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| They say there is a way if I have got the will
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| But I don’t want to fit in if I have to be a clone
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| No, I don’t want to fit in at all
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| I close my eyes
|
| And small specs of light are there dancing through my eyelids
|
| Spiralling in the middle of the night
|
| I close my eyes and I’m who I wanna be
|
| Wake up and they won’t let me, let me
|
| I don’t wanna be miss world (miss world)
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| Not in this sick world
|
| Where I have to fake tears when I’m laughing
|
| Smile when I’m unhappy
|
| Everybody clapping when I’m down
|
| Don’t need to be miss world
|
| No, not in this sick world
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| Where I gotta pretend that I got this
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| When I’ve fucking lost it
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| Everybody’s reaching for the crown
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| But I don’t want it |