BOMO Lyrics

Is it always a game to you?

I don't know why I thought

It'd be different, this time through

Maybe I'm not cut out for it, this at all

But I know your type

You're just people pleasing and always leaving

Tell me what's wrong and right

But it won't go to my head

All those empty words don't stop you crawling back to my bed

But when it's cold, it's so cold in here

The windows open to air it out

And show all your fears

You make me think

What's wrong with me?

I don't wanna be another girl I want something real

But maybe, I'm just better

On my own

You tell me, 'I'm too polite'

Well if you want I'll be a bitch and spoil your whole night

'Cus I'm so tired of being so unheard

The world's not yours or mine or hers

So come back down to earth

But when it's cold, it's so cold in here

The windows open to air it out

And show all your fears

You make me think

What's wrong with me?

I don't wanna be another girl I want something real

But maybe, I'm just better

On my own

But when it's cold, it's so cold in here

The windows open to air it out

And show all your fears

You make me think

What's wrong with me?

I don't wanna be another girl I want something real

But maybe, I'm not much better than you

But maybe, it's all on me and not on you

But maybe, I'm just better

On my own