isn’t it a trend to feel so depressed?
i feel hideous but i’m still best dressed
i think i’m the worst when i try my very best
wanna make me feel better? honey be my guest
once you’ve lost everything
you’ve got nothing to lose
so forget everything
do what you’ve wanted to do
make me feel pretty say you wanna be me
skin clings to my bones so i’m praised for being skinny
tell me i’m your baby and i’ll tell you you’re crazy
flatter me to turn the no i gave you into maybe
and when i fall apart
they’ll write me poetry
they’ll call my pain art
make it up with sorry’s
isn’t it a trend to feel like you’re dead?
i wanna feel alive so i’m a little reckless
isn’t it a shame when people start to blame
everybody else when i’m cursing my own name?
you’ll see me on the screens
painting the perfect life
a modern masterpiece
hell looks like paradise