Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nothing Special, artist - Bellabeth.
Date of issue: 05.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Nothing Special |
You’re not wasting a minute |
You reached your limit |
Ya we got something you don’t have, you wanna kill it |
Look at you grinning |
Like you are winning |
But imma turn you 'round, right back to the beginning |
I guess so you don’t get bored |
You like to sow discord |
And make people keep score |
In arguments they never started |
You’re always onboard |
To fabricate discourse |
You’ll lean back and watch on |
As someone ends up broken-hearted |
So surreal |
You know none of this is complicated |
You’ve revealed |
That you must be feeling so frustratd |
I see right through your shit |
You’re bad at faking it |
Just go on and admit |
You’re filling a black hole |
'Caus you’re nothing special |
Constantly swinging |
You always bring it |
It kinda looks like you can do this without thinking |
Guess it’s a habit |
To let us have it |
Because deep down that’s how you’re dealing with your sadness |
You’re so easily spotted |
You must be exhausted |
Ignored and unwanted |
I don’t see how that is my problem |
Happily twisted |
And strangely persistent |
You know what you’re missing |
There’s nothing like it at the bottom |
So surreal |
You know none of this is complicated |
You’ve revealed |
That you must be feeling so frustrated |
I see right through your shit |
You’re bad at faking it |
Just go on and admit |
You’re filling a black hole |
'Cause you’re nothing special |
You try to break us up |
'Cause you’re not good enough |
And under all that fluff |
You’re filling a black hole |
'Cause you’re nothing special |
It’s okay you won’t be here tomorrow |
You’ll go back to dwelling in your sorrow |
You will wake up feeling bored and hollow |
Then you’ll find somebody else to follow |
I see right through your shit |
You’re bad at faking it |
Just go on and admit |
You’re filling a black hole |
'Cause you’re nothing special |
You try to break us up |
'Cause you’re not good enough |
And under all that fluff |
You’re filling a black hole |
'Cause you’re nothing special |