Fifteen of my closest friends Walked me right up to the ledge "Everyone loves you" they said So why do they leave me for dead
Speaking off the record, babe I can't believe you hurt yourself again And even for a second, babe I can't believe you'd risk it all for them
I spend a bulk of my youth Fucking my hand in my room Singing a song out of tune And wishing my brown eyes were blue
And speaking off your record, baby Don't include the early years at all They're just a bit depressing, baby Just give them all the rockstar that they want
Well maybe I spoke too soon It's something I always do
Whatever kills me fastest Find a way to mask it Singing to the masses Or maybe I spoke too soon
I'm not Cobain, I'm just a bitch Singing to the masses But I live for fame and I'd die for it Singing to the masses Oh baby boy, you are not dead You're singing to the masses You're on the cusp, but not quite yet Singing to the masses Singing to the masses I thought that we were past this
And speaking off the record, baby Speaking off the record, baby And when I come untethered, baby When I come untethered, baby
Are you feeling better, baby Or do you think about it every night You're smiling more than ever, baby Tell me why you want to end your lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
