Lyrics
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I'm sick of biting my tongue
I'm sick of hiding in eggshells
Hurting like hell underneath my feet
Some times I just wanna run
I'm sick of trying to live life on the edge of a broken scene
But it's time for the glass to crack
'Cause I love imperfection
Even facts should be questioned
I know I said I'd play by the rules
Do what they want me to do
And I'd color inside the lines
But I lied, I changed my mind
And I'm all outta fucks, don't care
Middle fingers up in the air
