Troy Bolton

(Hello, John)
It's my (Yeah, yeah)
It's my (Yeah, yeah)
I really, really hate who I used to be (Yeah)
I really, really hate who I— (Yeah)

It's my birthday and I'll cry
If I wanna cry for you
It's not worth another lie
I was dying next to you

Everybody talk a big game on the 'Gram
Everybody had a first love underneath the stands
I was talking smack to imaginary friends
While you're knowing that, I'm hurting from the sidelines (Yeah)
Do I ever cross your mind? Will I ever know?
Count a crow, your smile has got me accidentally in love
Rocking Odd Future, I swear I'm not stupid
I know I act a fool, so I could see your laugh in action

I was in the back of a Cadillac car
I was dancing in thе middle of the Cul-De-Sac Park
I was in the back of a Cadillac car
I was dancing in the middle of a faraway star
(Yo, Huron!)

It's my birthday and I'll cry
If I wanna cry for you
It's not worth another lie
I was dying (Oh), yeah

They were making fun of me
For making beats in the back of the class
I have had just enough in the rough
I was wearing denim in the gym
Is it me? Is it him?
All I know is picket fencing and a quiet room
(Yeah)

The number of fist fights and Grammys I won are the same
How many photographs in the camera roll are worthy of a frame?
I had coffee for dinner, I used to advertise my music on Tinder
I'm still embarrassed of who I used to be
(I'm still embarrassed of who I used to be)
(I'm still embarrassed of who I used to be)
I really, really hate who I used to be

It's my birthday and I'll cry
If I wanna cry for you
It's not worth another lie
I was dying next to you

(I really, really hate who I used to be)



Credits
Writer(s): John Wallace Conradi
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