It's me
Nothing is new
I been
Working
On being my own muse
I paint
All the pictures
I'm losing colors now
It's just my bloodline
I wasn't born to fight
I'm just on my side
Cuz I can only hit me right
Learning how to be alone
Still f*cking it up
So I can fill a hole
Baby I already know
I don't wanna go home
So Im picking you up
After the feeling goes
I know,
I'm wild
Big spoiled only child
I know,
I'm wild
Big spoiled only child
Here's a letter to my toys,
You were better than the boys
Even sometimes than the girls
But I was living in my world
All I had was my own voice
Imagination not by choice
You and me are like the throwaways,
Bet it still hurts like yesterday
Learning how to be alone
Still f*cking it up
So I can fill a hole
Baby I already know
I don't wanna go home
So Im picking you up
After the feeling goes
I know,
I'm wild
Big spoiled only child
I know,
I'm wild
Big spoiled only child