You parade yourself around like everyone is looking at you.
Well, damaged teenage queen, they're not
If they are, it's because they feel sorry for you
You're rather large, and your clothes do not do you justice
Strapping your breasts in like that only makes you look confined, like
a sumo wrestler in a life jacket
I'm falling off life support, now that I know what you really are
Damaged, damaged, damaged
You can't get out of bed in the morning, and it doesn't end there
You can't let me be better than you
When you knew all along I was
It started off so well, but here we are
And you're not talking to me, don't you see? It's your loss
Because you're still living the 'life' I left behind
and I'm better than that, yeah.
I really am better than that, drinking and eating junk
torturing your body
So, my friend, or I so thought you were until last week
When there's nothing left to burn
I hope you set yourself on fire
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