a terrible gimmick Lyrics

(Jean, wake up)

When I thought that you hate me, I called me insane

But I remember those days you forgot my name

And I beat myself up for thinking I'm lame

But you were the problem, we were never the same

I hate myself now for staying in lane

You hooked me in, and I couldn't escape

I should hate you instead but you painted me evil

I hate me instead when you were the demon

Don't try to say that we were just equal

You lied to me saying "oh I mean well"

While spreading our secrets over at your school

I've said my sorries, but can't see yours

I guess you never meant me any of your good

I'm over you now, and you're just my lyrics

Thanks for the song, and a terrible gimmick

Your torture to me will help sell my tickets

Yeah

When I thought that you hate me I called me insane

But I remember those days you forgot my name

And I beat myself up for thinking I'm lame

But you were the problem, we were never the same

We were never the same, and you knew that too

You were the riptide, and I was a swimmer

You were a werewolf, and I was the Shepard

You were a demon, but played as a blessing

I was in feelings, and crushed like a lemon

I was abused which gave a depression

But I pushed down and suppressed it

I tried my best to express it

But you killed it off with your weapons

And it hurt me then in successions

But I eventually I learnt to accept it

It is what it is, but I've learnt from our wars

You haven't, it's funny, considering your flaws

I did some things too, but I was the corpse

You ruined my life like an e-girl, so pause

When I thought that you hate me, I called me insane

But I remember those days you forgot my name

And I beat myself up for thinking I'm lame

But you were the problem, we were never the same

I hate myself now for staying in lane

You hooked me in, and I couldn't escape

I should hate you instead but you painted me evil

I hate me instead when you were the demon

Don't try to say that we were just equal

You lied to me saying "oh I mean well"

While spreading our secrets over at your school

I've said my sorries, but can't see yours

I guess you never meant me any of your good

I'm over you now, and you're just my lyrics

Thanks for the song, and a terrible gimmick

Your torture to me will help sell my tickets

It is what it is, but I've learnt from our wars

You haven't, it's funny, considering your flaws

I did some things too, but I was the corpse, I was the corpse