| I’m so insecure I think
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| That I’ll die before I drink
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| And I’m so caught up in the news
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| Of who likes me and who hates you
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| And I’m so tired that I might
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| Quit my job, start a new life
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| And they’d all be so disappointed
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| 'Cause who am I if not exploited?
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| And I’m so sick of seventeen
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| Where’s my fuckin' teenage dream?
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| If someone tells me one more time
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| «Enjoy your youth,» I’m gonna cry
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| And I don’t stick up for myself
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| I’m anxious and nothing can help
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| And I wish I’d done this before
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| And I wish people liked me more
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| All I did was try my best
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| This the kind of thanks I get?
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| Unrelentlessly upset
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| They say these are the golden years
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| But I wish I could disappear
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| Ego crush is so severe
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| God, it’s brutal out here
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| (Yeah)
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| I feel like no one wants me
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| And I hate the way I’m perceived
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| I only have two real friends
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| And lately I’m a nervous wreck
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| 'Cause I love people I don’t like
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| And I hate every song I write
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| And I’m not cool, and I’m not smart
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| And I can’t even parallel park
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| All I did was try my best
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| This the kind of thanks I get?
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| Unrelentlessly upset
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| They say these are the golden years
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| But I wish I could disappear
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| Ego crush is so severe
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| God, it’s brutal out here
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| (Yeah, just havin' a really good time)
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| Got a broken ego, broken heart
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| (It's brutal out here, it’s brutal out here)
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| And, God, I don’t even know where to start |