OUT ON ALL PLATFORMS 
Lyrics:

Tell me what changed, I don't know who you are anymore
Tell me what changed, I don't know who you are anymore (loser)
You feel the same when you end it
You told me you thought we were finished

Forget it, you made me sick, sick, sick, sick
Tell me what changed, I don't know who you are anymore
Tell me what changed, I don't know who you are anymore
Who you are anymore, who you are

I just wanna tell you I can't love no more
I knew from the start that I'd end up alone
You played me, your a fucking whore
(loser your such a loser)
Tell me what changed, I don't know who you are
I don't know, I don't know who you are anymore

Do you even love
I just wanna tell you I can't love no more
Every thought about you makes me wanna die
I don't know who you are

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need her hawk tuah w/ wifiskeleton

buried roots

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Picture perfect, that bitch was picture perfect (What do you say?)
P-picture perfect, I pray that it was worth it (What did you say?)
I'm sorry to that one girl, I left that bitch deserted (What do you say?)
I'm sick inside the head, I'm so deranged, I'm so perverted (What did you say?)
Like, like, 
What did you say? I'm locked in
What did you say? I'm locked in
What did you say? I'm locked in
What did you say? What did you say?

Totally better than, uh, fucking nobody
You fucking suck
Stuck because I wasn't ever needed
Stuck because I wasn't ever needed
Stuck because I wasn't ever needed

Play the guitar 'cause you can't really talk to me
You're just chillin' upstairs, but your room gives me bad memories
Sorry that I had enough of you, but just let it be
Sorry that I thought you had enough fuckin' room for me
I think bad things all the fuckin' time, and
What if I think a bad thought, and just let it be?
Wear a whole case stained with murderer accessories
Oh, my god, three, two, one, you should go now
We're all meant to be, whatever America says
I fucking hate my town (I fucking hate this town)
I fucking hate the West, I fucking hate your love

Make sure I'ma do it right at your door
Make sure I'ma do it right at your door (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Make sure I'ma do it right at your door (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Make sure I'ma do it right at your door

hope you rot

ohfliperic

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