Candice Accola

I ask myself why are you still around
It's Just My 19th Nervous Breakdown
You sleep all dia I'm working weekends
I'm sick of you and all your stupid friends

You're living life just like a dream
Lost in the scene

I'm so Jaded, frustrated
I can't pretend, everything's cool When you
Won't Talk to Me, Leave Me Dirty Laundry
to Mess Up My Life
Get your shit together 'cause it's
Who, whoa, whoa
Welcome to the Real World
Whoa!

You're like a leech latching Onto Me
Sucking out all my energy
Out to o jantar, lanchonete and you're on the phone
The bill comes but your wallet's at home

You May Be Smooth, You May Be Fine
But you're a waste...