and then I'm too fucking dumb
You hate it when I cry, unless it's that time of the month
And I'm too perfect
till I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
and then I'm too fucking dumb
You hate it when I cry, unless it's that time of the month
And I'm too perfect
till I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot