I don't go out much
'Cause parties are too much
And I don't need anymore judgement
So you keep your gossip
You're cool and you're toxic
Already got someone who does it
It's me, and that voice in my head
Telling me that I'm better off dead
If you think that you can make me cry
More than me, myself and I
Well go ahead and try
If you talk to me, like I talk to myself
I'd give you the finger, I'd say, "Go to hell"
You can be mean, make it sting pretty well
But you can't say shit I don't say to myself
I wish you could hurt me
So maybe when I bleed
I could blame somebody else
But she's sick and she's twisted
A bit masochistic
There's no point in calling for help
It's me, and that voice in my head
Telling me that I'm better off dead
If you think that you can make me cry
More than me, myself and I
Well go ahead and try
If you talk to me, like I talk to myself
I'd give you the finger, I'd say, "Go to hell"
You can be mean, make it sting pretty well
But you can't say shit I don't say to myself
Like you're useless, you're stupid
If you're hard to love
No one likes you, you're crazy, you're totally fucked
If you talk to me, like I talk to myself
I talk to myself
It's me
Yeah that voice in my head telling me
That I'm better off dead
If you think that you can make me cry
More than me, myself and I
Make me wanna die
If you talk to me, like I talk to myself
I'd give you the finger, I'd say, "Go to hell"
You can be mean, make it sting pretty well
But you can't say shit I don't say to myself
Like you're useless, you're stupid
You're too hard to love
No one likes you, you're crazy, you're totally fucked
If you talk to me, like I talk to myself
I talk to myself
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