I know what you're doing and I won't fall for it
self-absorbed drama queen, manipulative bitch
you'll never have me to use, just to hang me up to dry
I'm afraid you're not my type: see, I just don't fall for lies
One morning you fall in love and call him a jerk by dawn,
you break up, you make up, you stretch truth, bitch and moan
So trendy with your peircings, your tattoos and attitude, you
leach off the souls of your best friends till there's nothing left to use
Where are you?
Buried beneath
your drama, your false ego
and whatever drug-in-fashion
you need to get off?
Who are you?
In life there's always
been so many eggs to crack
but you're a Rubick's cube inside
a Chinese box.
Rarely when you come in wearing a rare, authentic smile
I catch a hint of truth, walk in your name-brand shoes a mile
for its always a narrow window and if I blink I know its gone
you're drama queen again when the mid-shift crisis comes along
I ran to you that night out of the deepest pit of desperation
and the way your drunk voice let me see my dreary situation
but after all the commotion you don't understand to this very day
why I turned back around and walked right out the other away
Who are you?
Well, I don't know you,
but I'm not impressed
by the mask at all.
Wherever you are,
I so hope you find her
until there's nothing
left to salvage at all.
self-absorbed drama queen, manipulative bitch
you'll never have me to use, just to hang me up to dry
I'm afraid you're not my type: see, I just don't fall for lies
One morning you fall in love and call him a jerk by dawn,
you break up, you make up, you stretch truth, bitch and moan
So trendy with your peircings, your tattoos and attitude, you
leach off the souls of your best friends till there's nothing left to use
Where are you?
Buried beneath
your drama, your false ego
and whatever drug-in-fashion
you need to get off?
Who are you?
In life there's always
been so many eggs to crack
but you're a Rubick's cube inside
a Chinese box.
Rarely when you come in wearing a rare, authentic smile
I catch a hint of truth, walk in your name-brand shoes a mile
for its always a narrow window and if I blink I know its gone
you're drama queen again when the mid-shift crisis comes along
I ran to you that night out of the deepest pit of desperation
and the way your drunk voice let me see my dreary situation
but after all the commotion you don't understand to this very day
why I turned back around and walked right out the other away
Who are you?
Well, I don't know you,
but I'm not impressed
by the mask at all.
Wherever you are,
I so hope you find her
until there's nothing
left to salvage at all.
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