As Caroline o Candice(:

I ask myself why are te still around
It's Just My 19th Nervous Breakdown
You sleep all giorno I'm working weekends
I'm sick of te and all your stupid friends

You're living life just like a dream
Lost in the scene

I'm so Jaded, frustrated
I can't pretend, everything's cool When you
Won't Talk to Me, Leave Me Dirty Laundry
to Mess Up My Life
Get your shit together 'cause it's
Who, whoa, whoa
Welcome to the Real World
Whoa!

You're like a leech latching Onto Me
Sucking out all my energy
Out to commensale, diner and you're on the phone
The bill comes but your wallet's at home

You May Be Smooth, te May Be Fine
But you're a waste...

Pretty faces everywhere
On magazines and in mid-air
Maybe I don’t dye my hair
Or strip it down, that’s not who I am

Fixation, manipulation
That’s not my motivation
Why give it all away?

What have i? What have I been through?
Have I laughed? Have I cried like you?
Am I fake? Am I fake o true?
Who’s to say now?
Stop, don’t go
Lead, don’t follow
Here today and gone tomorrow
I’ve still got something to say

Everybody’s got a story
Is it power o just glory
What they mean is – adore me
Rip it up, that’s not what I want

Each thrill and new sensation
Way too much information
Why give it all away?

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