LOSER (Nightcore/Sped Up) Lyrics

Two AM

Still in bed

Thinking I would be better off dead

Frizzy hair

And boring brown eyes

Tiny lips and not good with guys

Not that smart and not that great

Never really been on a date

Loser

That's what they're calling me

Complete total wannabe

Need no apology

Loser

I'd rather just accept it

Then try to deflect it

Or attempt to forget it

I accept my fate

I know I'm not all that great

Seventeen

Still in school

Once a beggar and twice the fool

They think I'm stupid

Call me an airhead

Hope it's still funny when I turn up dead

I wish I was pretty, smart, and fun

But I will never be number one

Loser

That's what they're calling me

Complete total wannabe

Need no apology

Loser

I'd rather just accept it

Then try to deflect it

Or attempt to forget it

I accept my fate

I know I'm not all that great

I just want to be okay

The will to live another day

Think I really have a say

On how I feel

Anyway

Loser

That's what they're calling me

Complete total wannabe

Need no apology

Loser

I'd rather just accept it

Then try to deflect it

Or attempt to forget it

Loser

That's what they're calling me

Complete total wannabe

Need no apology

Loser

I'd rather just accept it

Then try to deflect it

Or attempt to forget it

I accept my fate

I know I'm not all that great

You don't have to remind me

I will always feel ugly

I'm not to be perceived

Wish I never breathed

Stuck for eternity

Don't want a future

Should've known sooner

I'm just a bloomer

Forever a loser