Why can't I make you change your mind?
I'm not what you need, you're not what I want.
This obsession has already gone too far.
I'm not a good girl
I'm not even your girl,
and I don't want to hurt, don't want to break no heart
But you leave me no choice

So why can't you just give up?
Isn't my missing smile intimation enough?
Boy, you don't own it
You never even hold it
I'm a stray of grass, and you won't tie or plow me down as long as I can feel the wind,
and I don't  want to hurt, don't want to break no heart.
But you leave me no choice

So don't put your arm around me
Don't tell me I look pretty
I'm sure you look good when missing a shirt
A shame that your head can't keep up
Please, don't force me to play nice when I see no butterflies within miles,
because I don't want hurt, don't want to break no heart
But you leave me no choice.

I'm nothing but trouble for you, northing but heartbreak,
and I don't want to hurt, don't want to break no heart.
But you leave me no choice,
unless you leave me.
Unless you give up, and just let me be a beautiful mistake

All the glasses broke
Thousand shards under our feet
We dance on them with tip toes
Unknown song on repeat

They say that things change for better, but at this point I'm not really sure
When the sky comes rolling in, we'll be the first to fall

We're about to set on fire
A thousand problems we don't see
We closed our eyes many years ago
Now we're walking around as blind as can be

They say that we're the misfortuned
But we're proud of every little bit
We'll dance under the moon
Knowing we got more issues than Vogue

Because we hail, we bail, do nothing but fail.
We sing, we laugh, we cry
Our dreams, our hopes
They're nothing but goals, we'll never forfill alive

Smoke was hanging in the air, and all I could do is stare.
I knew I wasn't good enough. I didn't care.
They try to pull me down their heavy tide. I guess I never tried.
There's something about hanging with the cool kids.
Cool and wicked - its' a mystery wheel.
Which turn will it take from here?
When will it all become real?

This is the place, where you want to be, the kids you want to hang with.
This is the time where everyone's talking, but nobody gives a ****
We're all truly brave. Just only when there's nothing to fear.

My heartbeat has never been this loud. Perhaps I dropped it on the ground.
The lights seem so far away. I didn't care.
They tried to pull me down their heavy tide. I guess I never tried.
There's something about hanging with the cool kids.
Cool and wicked - it's a mystery wheel.
Which turn did it take from there?
When did it all become so real?

We're all truly brave. What is there to fear?