Don't be that way
Fall apart twice a day

I just wish you could feel what you say

Show, never tell
But I know you too well
Kind of mood that you wish you could sell

If teardrops could be bottled
There'd be swimming pools filled by models
Told a tight dress is what makes you a whore

If "I love you" was a promise
Would you break it, if you're honest
Tell the mirror what you know she's heard before

Idon'twannabeyouanymore

Hands, hands getting cold
Losing feeling's getting old
Was I made from a broken mold?

Hurt, I can't shake
We've made every mistake
Only you know the way that I break

If teardrops could be bottled
There'd be swimming pools filled by models
Told a tight dress is what makes you a whore

If "I love you" was a promise
Would you break it, if you're honest
Tell the mirror what you know she's heard before
I don't wanna be you
I don't wanna be you

Idon'twannabeyou... anymore

this song, for me is sort of like how parents expect their kids to be the best and to get good grades. and lately i've felt a lot of pressure from my parents and it is hard. my mum expects because i'm a teenage girl i also ways know what i'm going to wear and what i'm doing, and that i want to talk to her about everything with her. and my dad expects i'll love to help him with everything, like "yeah, of course i'll drop everything and my have done assignment that's due tomorrow to do some random crap that someone else could have helped you with for 5 seconds". anyway, that's all. bye.