
Ladadadada
I’m gonna bury you in the ground
Ladadadada
I’m gonna bury you with my sound
I’m gonna drink the red from your pretty pink face
Sorry I don’t treat you like a goddess,
Is that what you want me to do?
Sorry I don’t treat you like you’re perfect,
Like all your little loyal subjects do
Sorry I’m not made of sugar,
And I’m not sweet enough for you
Is that why you always avoid me?
I must be such an inconvenience to you
I’m just your problem
I’m just your problem
It’s like I’m not even a person;
Am I?
I’m just your problem
Well
I shouldn’t have to justify what I do
I shouldn’t have to prove anything to you
I’m sorry that I exist I forget what landed me on your blacklist,
But I shouldn’t have to be the one that makes up with you
So
Why do I want to
Why do I want to…