crystalline
The money feels so sharp on my skin
I'm a creep, I'm a monster, I'm a bitch for it
I'd crawl this cave until the end to claim my palace
Crystalline fortress for me
I'm soaked head to toe on the other side
I cannot backwards the pounds that I've gained
In all my endings, a passionate display
Dramatic, I cannot take a step
Lest I shatter this castle
Here I am
Still, painted glass
Made to be see through
I hope I don't crack
(Mmh, mmh)
Now that you're here, was it the same
You know
What you wanted, and what you got for it
Sign this spell, absorb the fame
It's supposed to be so easy
Why am I trying so hard anyway
'Cause I can't get away from self critique
It's emptying me out to have to speak on every single battle
Can I shine while I whither
You don't care until I throw some glitter on
So, here I am
Still, painted glass
Made to be see through
I hope I don't crack
(Mmh, mmh)
I feel sick to my stomach
Like I'm at peak of my plummet
Unnnnngh...
I think I got a bad case of the hiccups
Tired of doing sit-ups in mid of the night
So I don't have to wake up ashamed of my size
I wish I wasn't so narcissistic
I miss him
Old me
I'm a creep, I'm a monster, I'm a bitch for it
I'd crawl this cave until the end to claim my palace
Crystalline fortress for me
I'm soaked head to toe on the other side
I cannot backwards the pounds that I've gained
In all my endings, a passionate display
Dramatic, I cannot take a step
Lest I shatter this castle
Here I am
Still, painted glass
Made to be see through
I hope I don't crack
(Mmh, mmh)
Now that you're here, was it the same
You know
What you wanted, and what you got for it
Sign this spell, absorb the fame
It's supposed to be so easy
Why am I trying so hard anyway
'Cause I can't get away from self critique
It's emptying me out to have to speak on every single battle
Can I shine while I whither
You don't care until I throw some glitter on
So, here I am
Still, painted glass
Made to be see through
I hope I don't crack
(Mmh, mmh)
I feel sick to my stomach
Like I'm at peak of my plummet
Unnnnngh...
I think I got a bad case of the hiccups
Tired of doing sit-ups in mid of the night
So I don't have to wake up ashamed of my size
I wish I wasn't so narcissistic
I miss him
Old me
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Writer(s): Sage Swineford
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