Made a wrong turn, once or twice. Bad decisions, that's alright.
Welcome to my silly life. Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood, Miss “No way, it's all good”, it didn't slow me down. Mistaken, always second guessing, underestimated. Look, I'm still around.
Pretty pretty please, don't you ever ever feel like you're less than fucking perfect? Pretty pretty please, if you ever ever feel like you're nothing, you're fucking perfect to me.
You're so mean, when you talk about yourself, you were wrong. Change the voices in your head, make them like you instead.
So complicated, look happy, you'll make it. Filled with so much hatred, such a tired game.
It's enough, I've done all I can think of. Chased down all my demons, I've seen you do the same. The whole world's scared so I swallow the fearwe try try try, but we try too hard and it's a waste of my time.
Done looking for the critics, cause they're everywhere. They dont like my jeans, they don't get my hair. Exchange ourselves, and we do it all the time.
Why do we do that? Why do I do that? Why do I do that?
Pretty pretty please, don't you ever ever feel like you're less than fucking perfect? Pretty pretty please, if you ever ever feel like you're nothing? You're fucking perfect to me.
Welcome to my silly life. Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood, Miss “No way, it's all good”, it didn't slow me down. Mistaken, always second guessing, underestimated. Look, I'm still around.
Pretty pretty please, don't you ever ever feel like you're less than fucking perfect? Pretty pretty please, if you ever ever feel like you're nothing, you're fucking perfect to me.
You're so mean, when you talk about yourself, you were wrong. Change the voices in your head, make them like you instead.
So complicated, look happy, you'll make it. Filled with so much hatred, such a tired game.
It's enough, I've done all I can think of. Chased down all my demons, I've seen you do the same. The whole world's scared so I swallow the fearwe try try try, but we try too hard and it's a waste of my time.
Done looking for the critics, cause they're everywhere. They dont like my jeans, they don't get my hair. Exchange ourselves, and we do it all the time.
Why do we do that? Why do I do that? Why do I do that?
Pretty pretty please, don't you ever ever feel like you're less than fucking perfect? Pretty pretty please, if you ever ever feel like you're nothing? You're fucking perfect to me.
