sick of myself
The medication didn't work
Broke up with him, it didn't hurt
Put my heart into a Prada purse
Still feel like a pyro, someone pass me a lighter
Do you ever wanna be someone?
Do you ever wanna see somebody
Else in the mirror? 'Cause nothing is clearer
To me
I'm sick of myself, sick of my clothes
Sick of these boys and their obvious jokes
Sick of my tits, sick of my shit
Bored of my car, think I'll go and crash it, oh
Who's down to trade places? I wanna swap faces
Yeah, I can be you, you can be me
We can be somebody else
I'm sick of my, sick of my-
Regret it all when I open my mouth
Should sew it up and never let it out
My skin is crawlin', must be something wrong
Your personality's nice, can I try it on?
Do you ever wanna be someone?
Do you ever wanna see somebody
Else in the mirror? 'Cause nothing is clearer
To me
I'm sick of myself, sick of my clothes
Sick of these boys and their obvious jokes
Sick of my tits, sick of my shit
Bored of my car, think I'll go and crash it, oh
Who's down to trade places?
I wanna swap faces
Yeah, I can be you, you can be me
We can be somebody else
I'm sick of my, sick of my-
I'm sick of my, sick of my-
Else
I'm sick of my, sick of my-
Broke up with him, it didn't hurt
Put my heart into a Prada purse
Still feel like a pyro, someone pass me a lighter
Do you ever wanna be someone?
Do you ever wanna see somebody
Else in the mirror? 'Cause nothing is clearer
To me
I'm sick of myself, sick of my clothes
Sick of these boys and their obvious jokes
Sick of my tits, sick of my shit
Bored of my car, think I'll go and crash it, oh
Who's down to trade places? I wanna swap faces
Yeah, I can be you, you can be me
We can be somebody else
I'm sick of my, sick of my-
Regret it all when I open my mouth
Should sew it up and never let it out
My skin is crawlin', must be something wrong
Your personality's nice, can I try it on?
Do you ever wanna be someone?
Do you ever wanna see somebody
Else in the mirror? 'Cause nothing is clearer
To me
I'm sick of myself, sick of my clothes
Sick of these boys and their obvious jokes
Sick of my tits, sick of my shit
Bored of my car, think I'll go and crash it, oh
Who's down to trade places?
I wanna swap faces
Yeah, I can be you, you can be me
We can be somebody else
I'm sick of my, sick of my-
I'm sick of my, sick of my-
Else
I'm sick of my, sick of my-
Credits
Writer(s): Cass Lowe, Ethan Snoreck, Gigi Grombacher, Janesa Barrett, Donny Bravo
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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