| I know it’s not supposed to be easy
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| Pouring out the bottled up feelings
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| But I didn’t think it would be this hard
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| Walking to school with a broken heart
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| And the jacket around my waist feels stupid
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| I don’t know why the hell we do this
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| Saying I’m sorry like I’m the one
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| Who’s picking us apart for fun
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| Why am I feeling like this?
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| Why am I feeling like shit?
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| Why am I all in pieces?
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| I don’t even need this, oh-oh
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| Why am I on the bedroom floor?
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| With paranoia and painkillers
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| Washing away all these feeling
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| But I know, I know, I know
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| I’m not gonna cry for you
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| Choking all these thoughts I’m thinking
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| You’re a cigarette and I’m quitting
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| But I know, I know, I know
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| I’m not gonna cry for you
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| I’m not gonna cry for you
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| You smell like cigarettes and perfume
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| No one fucks me up like you do
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| And maybe you thought I would play along
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| I rather be dancing on my own
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| Do you really think that I’m stupid?
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| Of course I heard all the rumors
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| But all of the grenades you threw
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| They just made me bulletproof
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| I’m done with feeling like this
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| Done with feeling like shit
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| Done with being in pieces
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| I don’t even need this, oh-oh
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| I’m done with laying on the floor
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| With paranoia and painkillers
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| Washing away all these feeling
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| But I know, I know, I know
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| I’m not gonna cry for you
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| Choking all these thoughts I’m thinking
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| You’re a cigarette and I’m quitting
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| But I know, I know, I know
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| I’m not gonna cry for you
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| I’m not gonna cry for you
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| I’m not gonna cry for you
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| I’m not gonna cry for you |