glamorous

i wish i was original, but i'm not
unfortunately for you, thats all i got
your vernacular for the term i call pain
is your sick, lovely, pitiful game
and you think its just all about you
and i'm here to say, well, yes, that might be true
but the glamour you call murder makes me puke
and when i step into your line it becomes a fluke
you press pause like i'm your own video game
and you do everything you can so i scream your name
and when you wake up i'm right by your side
and it doesn't matter what i want, i'm only here for the ride

you think its all intergrity
you're a celebrity
in my mind
and i'm pretty sure
if you weren't so insecure
you would leave me behind