Terrible News
I'm not scared
So brave
I'll shout it 'til you hear me out
Puff up my chest
Put on a dress
Convince myself it's good enough
And I can't take it sitting in this noisy room
With all these wound up people giving terrible news
Yeah, it's plastic, bend it to my point of view
I don't know who I am
Or what I'm supposed to prove
And I can't take it
Tell me, is it over soon?
Even your best ideas sound like terrible news
I'm adored (but I'm feeling)
So bored (there's no concealing)
I'm begging for approval
Forget my name (silly thing)
I'll change (anything)
It's brutal but it's true
And I can't take it sitting in this noisy room
With all these wound up people giving terrible news
Yeah, it's plastic, bend it to my point of view
I don't know who I am
Or what I'm supposed to prove
And I can't take it
Tell me, is it over soon?
Even your best ideas sound like terrible news
Yeah, it's plastic, bend it to my point of view
I don't know who I am
Or what I'm supposed to do
And I can't take it sitting in this noisy room
With all these wound up people giving terrible news
Yeah, it's plastic, bend it to my point of view
I don't know who I am
Or what I'm supposed to prove
And I can't take it sitting in this noisy room
With all these wound up people giving terrible news
Yeah, it's plastic, bend it to my point of view
I don't know who I am
Or what I'm supposed to prove
Who I am or what I'm supposed to prove
Who I am or what I'm supposed to do
So brave
I'll shout it 'til you hear me out
Puff up my chest
Put on a dress
Convince myself it's good enough
And I can't take it sitting in this noisy room
With all these wound up people giving terrible news
Yeah, it's plastic, bend it to my point of view
I don't know who I am
Or what I'm supposed to prove
And I can't take it
Tell me, is it over soon?
Even your best ideas sound like terrible news
I'm adored (but I'm feeling)
So bored (there's no concealing)
I'm begging for approval
Forget my name (silly thing)
I'll change (anything)
It's brutal but it's true
And I can't take it sitting in this noisy room
With all these wound up people giving terrible news
Yeah, it's plastic, bend it to my point of view
I don't know who I am
Or what I'm supposed to prove
And I can't take it
Tell me, is it over soon?
Even your best ideas sound like terrible news
Yeah, it's plastic, bend it to my point of view
I don't know who I am
Or what I'm supposed to do
And I can't take it sitting in this noisy room
With all these wound up people giving terrible news
Yeah, it's plastic, bend it to my point of view
I don't know who I am
Or what I'm supposed to prove
And I can't take it sitting in this noisy room
With all these wound up people giving terrible news
Yeah, it's plastic, bend it to my point of view
I don't know who I am
Or what I'm supposed to prove
Who I am or what I'm supposed to prove
Who I am or what I'm supposed to do
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Writer(s): Hannah Joy Cameron, Timothy Mark Simcoe Fitzmaurice
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