We play with things we know it'll break
We still Sabotage our very first date
We wanna be the kings and queens, rule the world
But we don't know how to fucking spell love
We drink too much, say go to hell
And you'll realize
The evil yourself
We kiss, we cry
We drank too much
300 photos before even post
What's wrong with me?
There's nothing wrong, nothing wrong with me
I'm screaming but you're not listening
And I wanna know
What's empty?
Our bottles or our souls?
We put make up on to hide that we cried
Last night, alone, without side
We make songs about life
When we try to end ourselves with a knife
We drink more
Say "I'm in hell"
High heels on feet but inside we fell
We try with faith, and cry more
And after all we make a song
What's wrong with me?
There's nothing wrong, nothing wrong with me
I'm hurted but they don't see
I wanna give up
(Wanna give up)
Fill my bottle, sold my soul
I wanna tell the truth about our messed youth
They're afraid of saying that they're scared
Afraid of feeling that
They're about to break
Please tell me that we'll be ok
What's wrong with me?
So now that you're listening
Can you help us we?
We play with things we know it'll break
But we hope that we stay ok
