Yeah, it's all been said before In a couple hundred films and songs Where the unassuming pretty girl Learns she's been seeing herself wrong
But I promise this isn't that kind of story I stare at the mirror and it's purgatory With puckered skin between two fingers
What a losing game Tired of hating myself in the summer They say look a certain way Well I'm giving up, what a bummer Oh, I'm tired of Tired of hating myself in the summer Oh, I'm tired of
My little sister looks just like me And I don't mean to make it worse But I see her move carefully Taking in the things I'd never say to her
And I know that the topic gets kinda boring Everyone's SAD and used to ignoring it But you would never get that from the pictures
What a losing game Tired of hating myself in the summer They say look a certain way Well I'm giving up, what a bummer Oh, I'm tired of Tired of hating myself in the summer Oh, I'm tired of
I'm so tired of shallow conversations Lies and turned down invitations Busy finding reasons not to go So done worrying 'bout what I eat And the number tucked into my jeans And comparing pretty faces on a screen
What a losing game Tired of hating myself in the summer They say look a certain way Well I'm giving up, what a bummer Oh, I'm tired of Tired of hating myself in the summer Oh, I'm tired of
Oh, I'm tired of Oh, I'm tired of Tired of hating myself in the summerTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
