作词 : Chris Greatti/WILLOW

作曲 : Chris Greatti/WILLOW

Fun fact, I'm so, so sick of myself

My mind's a breeding ground for un-health

The walls are talkin' and the voices in my head

(They're screamin' out loud)

Fun fact, some days I just cry on the couch

Put my whole life away on a shelf

I try to feel something, that's why I break everything

(I'm screamin' out loud)

Against the thought of who I'd be if you were me, and I

I just wanna die

(Ain't that a fun fact?)

I've wasted so much time hating myself for trying

Accepting that this fate is our demise

Hating myself for lying

Knew my cards were dealt

Had your eyes locked on someone else

No, you couldn't help it

Or could you?

Fun fact, I really wanna ****in' make you cry

It just isn't right, so enticing just like you

Mastermindin' every fight

Rivers flowin' from my eyes

No emotion from your side

Fun fact, I'm the worst, it's true

Fun fact, I learned it all from you

I need a coping mechanism now

Every night

I've wasted so much time hating myself for trying

Accepting that this fate is our demise

Hating myself for lying

Knew my cards were dealt

Had your eyes locked on someone else

No, you couldn't help it

Or could you?

You couldn't help it

No, you couldn't help it

No, you couldn't help it, no

Or could you?