Verse 1: Oh the irony it's killing me, every single part, oh the irony, it's killing me, down to the last heart beat
My heart feels heavy, burdened by your sins, every loose for me, is one of your wins
You say I'm too sensitive, that my feelings are a joke, every accusation makes me slowly start to cholk
Pre chorus: Like a puppet on your strings,follow all of your moves, tell me chorus: what to say, you tell me what to do
Must have practiced in the mirror cause you perfected the art, your a gaslighting star