The medication didn't work Broke up with him, it didn't hurt Put my heart into a Prada purse Still feel like a pyro, someone pass me a lighter
Do you ever wanna be someone? Do you ever wanna see somebody Else in the mirror? 'Cause nothing is clearer To me
I'm sick of myself, sick of my clothes Sick of these boys and their obvious jokes Sick of my tits, sick of my shit Bored of my car, think I'll go and crash it, oh
Who's down to trade places? I wanna swap faces Yeah, I can be you, you can be me We can be somebody else I'm sick of my, sick of my—
Regret it all when I open my mouth Should sew it up and never let it out My skin is crawlin', must be something wrong Your personality's nice, can I try it on?
Do you ever wanna be someone? Do you ever wanna see somebody Else in the mirror? 'Cause nothing is clearer To me
I'm sick of myself, sick of my clothes Sick of these boys and their obvious jokes Sick of my tits, sick of my shit Bored of my car, think I'll go and crash it, oh
Who's down to trade places? I wanna swap faces Yeah, I can be you, you can be me We can be somebody else I'm sick of my, sick of my—
I'm sick of my, sick of my— Else I'm sick of my, sick of my—Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
