Lyrics

Oh, what's the point anymore? What we doing it for? To breathe is a chore, a fucking bore Yeah, everything is just a test If we're playing truth or dare I'll take it to the end 'cause the world's a mess You seem celibate, not by choice I'm a frigid bitch because I hate boys I'm not hard to get, they're just hard to want I'm gonna die alone, that's the cherry on top I validate my own destruction I advocate for the reconstruction of society telling me I'm a goner You're all pushing me to the edge of honour I'm looking over the cliffside, I'm about to jump I think everybody better run I'm sick of being ignored, yeah, I'm sick of feeling bored, yeah I'm sick of everybody winning in this god damn game but me I'm sick of smiling nicely, I'm sick of my own psyche I'm sick of seeing shitty people be rewarded for my pain When's it my turn? What's a girl to do? I'm gonna lose my goddamn mind and break the rules I see pathways to the power, sell your soul and and climb the tower At the top you find the evil, you can insult them, they won't feed you You starve and keep your morals Your heart would start a quarrel In their boardroom of corruption Who's ready for some real destruction? It's coming, it's coming, I tell you it's coming, yeah, I'm ready to go Everybody's got to know Here we go I'm sick of being ignored, yeah, I'm sick of feeling bored, yeah I'm sick of everybody winning in this goddamn game but me I'm sick of smiling nicely, I'm sick of my own psyche I'm sick of seeing shitty people be rewarded for my pain Oh, what's the point anymore? What we doing it for? To breathe is a chore, a fucking bore Yeah, everything is just a test If we're playing truth or dare I'll take it to the end 'cause the world's a mess
Writer(s): Alex Scott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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