You have to be perfect
You have to dress up
But nobody knows the suffering.
I'm drowning.
You seemed so nice until
The very end. You pushed me down.
But what if your mother knew.
That you had so much power.
The power.
The power
The power
You seemed so nice
You pretend like it's crushed up chalk.
But everyone knows it's drugs.
You pushed me in a chair.
Dyed my hair blonde soo I could be perfect.
But what if your mother knew you had so much power.
The power.
The power
The power.
You seemed so nice.
You seemed so nice
I wrote this song after a harsh breakup because this guy that I liked was an asshole after a couple of days of dating I don't want to go into detail about besides fuck him.
