LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeBitter
Oh God, tell me that I'm not insaneWith a toy gun hanging in my mouthI'm made of jade and I'm feeling pretty jadedIt's a problem that I'll never ever figure outTake pills for your double black eyesSaid I pack a punch and give it to yaDon't promise you'll do better next timeI know never to believe yaI love being bitterIt makes me feel betterBitter feels better than tryna get better and IYes, I love being bitterBut it makes me feel weatheredNow I'm sick in the head and it's not even my faultNow I'm sick in the head and it's not even my faultI used to laugh like the cartoon childrenI wasn't always this wayOnce sweet like an orange creamsicleOr lemon icing on the cakeBite hard when I try to be niceI know exactly what you wantCut clean when I twist that knifeNo one falls for the villainBut I love being bitterYeah, it makes me feel betterBitter feels better than tryna get better and IYes, I love being bitterBut it makes me feel weatheredNow I'm sick in the head and it's not even my faultNow I'm sick in the head and it's not even my faultI'm unaware just give me some time, I'mHaving trouble fighting wars in my mindTake it easy, take it easyI don't care that I'm on your shelf 'causeI'm pretty good at talking to myselfTake it easy, take it easyTake it easyTake it easyTake it easyYes, I love being bitter'Cause it makes me feel betterNow I'm sick in the head and I think it's my faultNow I'm sick in the head and I think it's my fault
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