Predisposition
I wish I was able to grow up
In a place where I wasn't shown up
In a place where I could be loved
Wish my friends had been nicer
Wish I hadn't had to be a fighter
Wish I could've grown up like everyone else
I have a predisposition to spend my whole life wishin' that
Things would have been different
Maybe I'd have some ambition
I'd have some ambition
I had to grow up faster, attach my strings for the puppet masters
Everyday was a new disaster
Get overwhelmed explode with emotion
All the attention on my commotion
Wish someone 'round me had got the notion
I have a predisposition to spend my entire life wishin' that
I hadn't been so different
Maybe I'd have some ambition
I'd have some ambition
If I had been able to grow up
In a place where I wasn't shown up
In a place where I had been loved
I'd feel I had a purpose
Maybe it would've been worth it
To take all their hate and unlearn it
Now I walk through my high school
Making small talk with the people who ridiculed
Me for eight straight years
Do they remember how cruel they were?
Now I get overwhelmed, explode with emotions
All the attention on my commotion
Wish someone 'round me had got the notion
In a place where I wasn't shown up
In a place where I could be loved
Wish my friends had been nicer
Wish I hadn't had to be a fighter
Wish I could've grown up like everyone else
I have a predisposition to spend my whole life wishin' that
Things would have been different
Maybe I'd have some ambition
I'd have some ambition
I had to grow up faster, attach my strings for the puppet masters
Everyday was a new disaster
Get overwhelmed explode with emotion
All the attention on my commotion
Wish someone 'round me had got the notion
I have a predisposition to spend my entire life wishin' that
I hadn't been so different
Maybe I'd have some ambition
I'd have some ambition
If I had been able to grow up
In a place where I wasn't shown up
In a place where I had been loved
I'd feel I had a purpose
Maybe it would've been worth it
To take all their hate and unlearn it
Now I walk through my high school
Making small talk with the people who ridiculed
Me for eight straight years
Do they remember how cruel they were?
Now I get overwhelmed, explode with emotions
All the attention on my commotion
Wish someone 'round me had got the notion
Credits
Writer(s): Emma Hopkins, Sean Mccue
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