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          I kinda wanna throw my phone across the room
          'Cause all I see are girls too good to be true
          With paper-white teeth and perfect bodies
          Wish I didn't care
          I know their beauty's not my lack
          But it feels like that weight is on my back
          And I can't let it go
          
          Com-comparison is killin' me slowly
          I think I think too much 'bout kids who don't know me
          I'm so sick of myself, I'd rather be, rather be
          Anyone, anyone else, but jealousy, jealousy
          Started followin' me
          Started followin' me
          
          And I see everyone gettin' all the things I want
          I'm happy for them, but then again, I'm not
          Just cool vintage clothes and vacation photos
          I can't stand it, oh God, I sound crazy
          Their win is not my loss
          I know it's true, but I can't help getting caught
          Up in it all
          
          All your friends are so cool, you go out every night
          In your daddy's nice car, yeah, you're livin' the life
          Got a pretty face, pretty boyfriend, too
          I wanna be you so bad and I don't even know you
          
          All I see is what I should be
          Happier, prettier, jealousy, jealousy
          All I see is what I should be
          I'm losin' it, all I get's jealousy, jealousy
          
          
          
          

          
          
          
          
          Fooling everyone, telling 'em she's having fun
          She says, "You don't want to be like me"
          Don't wanna see all the things I've seen
          I'm dying, I'm dying"
          She says, "You don't want to get this way
          Famous and dumb at an early age
          Lying, I'm lying"
          
          
          
          
          
          
          

          
          
          
          Gel artık
          Sözüm, sabrım kalmadı 
          Beni duysana, duysana, duysana duysana
          
          Aşk, dön ölümden 
          Bir sebepten 
          Gir dünyama
          
          Aşk, dön ölümden
          Geç tenimden
          Gel, gir dünyama
          
          
          
          
          
          
          

          
          
          Blurrin' the lines between real and the fake
          Dark and lonely 
          I need somebody to hold me 
          
          
          
          

          
          Kime sorsan gösterir
          Yerde bir yükselti var 
          
          Her şeyi gömdüm
          Kalbim mezar 
          
          
          

          You took my sadness out of context
          At the Mariners Apartment Complex
          I ain't no candle in the wind
          I'm the bolt, the lightning, the thunder
          Kind of girl who's gonna make you wonder
          Who you are and who you've been
          
          You lose your way, just take my hand
          You're lost at sea, then I'll command your boat to me again
          Don't look too far, right where you are, that's where I am
          I'm your man
          
          They mistook my kindness for weakness
          I fucked up, I know that, but, Jesus
          Can't a girl just do the best she can?
          Catch a wave and take in the sweetness
          Think about it, the darkness, the deepness
          All the things that make me who I am
          
          

Hazır başlamışken baba tarafına da bir el atsak nasıl olur 

Hadi el birliğiyle ortaokul hayatımızı cehenneme çeviren zorbaları gebertelim. Mezun oldum üstünden kaç sene geçti içim hâlâ biraz olsun soğumadı 

          Shut up, count your calories
          I never looked good in mom jeans
          
          Wish I was like you
          Blue-eyed blondie, perfect body
          
          Maybe I should try harder
          You should lower your expectations
          
          I'm no quick-curl barbie
          I was never cut out for prom queen
          
          If I get more pretty
          Do you think he will like me?

Go on, make my day
          Go get high on my mistakes
          Give me more complaints
          You're real, I'm just a fake
          I wake up, I'm so glad
          I can be your punching bag
          Go on, make my day
          Go get high on my mistakes
          Go ahead and mold me, bought me and they sold me
          I'm smiling upside down
          Now I'm all used up, ready for my close up
          Am I pretty underground?
          I can be your Barbie, I can say sorry
          I can do whatever you want
          Go ahead and slap me if it makes you happy
          Use and abuse me till I'm gone