歌词
At a young age I was raised by words
At a young age I was raised behind doors
But we
See differently
I cleaned my room for you
I made my bed for two
I lost my only clue
And I'ma use this rope to turn my face blue
I sit alone
Even in my own home
All the colors gone
I see black and white writing my own song
'Cause
Oo
Oo
Oo
Oh true
I'm so fucking rude
I can't fix my attitude
I rule I'm so fucking cool
You can't fix what's perfect you fool
Oo
Oo
Oo
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