Mind games and dramatic flames,
Pettiness reigns and you’re sick with the fame. You’re a bore, you’re nothing I adore,
Always tryin’ to cause the third world war.
You think you’re slick, I see right through your tricks. The shit you gotta do to get your kicks, I’m Ready to hurl, hide behind your pretty curls,
Grown up pearl, you're a mean fucking girl.
Everything’s the icing on the cake
I’m walking on shells trying not to make a mistake And I’ll never let you take me down today.
So you wanna have a diva fight?
You plan on beatin’ my ass tonight?
That's too bad; your eyes said it all.
I saw the little girl too scared to brawl.
Welcome to the bi-polar express:
There's no effort, no damn success.
If you’d stop being such a risk in the race,
The mirror wouldn’t break every time it sees your face.
Everything’s the icing on the cake
I’m walking on shells trying not to make a mistake And I’ll never let you take me down today.
You can’t let someone else be right
All you know how to do is bark, you’ll never bite. No, I won’t go away.
How long will the phase last
And when will it be left in the past?
Help me find the strength to be free because this bitch is just too much for me.
CHORUS