They ask me why I'm not
the life of the party
like I used to be.
Have they forgotten how
they beat me up like the piñata
when I used to be?
Take your shots and confetti
your high heels and let me be
I've run out of laughs for you
and never had any left for me.
Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 8:19 PM UTC
They ask me why I'm not
the life of the party
like I used to be.
Have they forgotten how
they beat me up like the piñata
when I used to be?
Take your shots and confetti
your high heels and let me be
I've run out of laughs for you
and never had any left for me.
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