All those things…

 

I’m just a cliché a classic mediocrity

My favorite thing is to dupe myself...

Always looking for my unsatisfied desire

Sometimes I’m just a lonely, and angry child

 

But always confident for all those things I can’t stand

Not another beautiful girl

Not another muse to be born

Not another object of desire

Sick already of the next good singer…sick of me

And then I just make a condescending bob

 

I’m just a cliché a classic mediocrity

35 circles around myself

I keep on looking for your toxic love

Sometimes I miss this lonely child

 

But always confident for all those things I can’t stand

Not another beautiful girl

Not another muse to be born

Not another object of desire

Sick already of the next good singer…sick of me

And then I just make a condescending bob