Fuck fake friends, we don't need 'em And I ain't got the time, money on my mind Only thing they're good for is leaving I'll say it to your face, fuck fake friends I've had it up to the ceiling Is there anybody real out here? Got my middle, middle up

Looking out for you is a kinder way to gain, appease me Run in circles into my brain Oh, my loneliness will take no part in this Oh, Oh, Overdose Melt my happiness, some kind of fucked up mess Help me, please, you're breaking on my speech While you smile

I am a winner, can't lose I am a winner, can't lose, yeah I might pull up in the coupe, yeah Yeah my car don't got no roof, yeah All that fake shit be killin' my mood Keep on winnin', I can't lose, yeah I am not worried 'bout you Winnin', winnin',

This is the sound beating of my loves Left alone, left alone, left alone Breathe out sorrow Breathe in sorrow Gonna watch you fake it now Will I freak can I calm down And I take it all at a loss Gonna find them peace in loss Holding by the knees and vow

I'll fake you out All I wanna And I'll break down And I'll fake you out And I'll fall And I'll break And I'll fake You say I'm not alone, but I am petrified You say that you are close, is close the closest star?

(Everything now!) I can't live without (Everything now!) (Everything now!) I need it Stop pretending, you've got (Everything now!) I want it We turn the speakers up till they break 'Cause every time you smile it's a fake! Everything now La La La La La La

I need your love I need it even when it hurts me I won't give up I won't give up so come and get me Tried to fake it I can't take it Boy you trap my heart I can't shake it 'bout to break in to a hundred million parts I need your love (I don't want it) I

Someone told they bet I'll be sorry So do we fell if you don't want me now Is this wrong to see life under the life I can be wrong if not then live without me Over my dead body I will never shake this feeling away I can't be wrong enough 'Cause you don't

Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade I'll march my band out, I'll beat my drum And if I'm fanned out, your turn at bat, sir At least I didn't fake it, hat, sir I guess I didn't make it Get ready for me love, 'cause I'm a comer I simply gotta