Throwing My Life Away (feat. Sunny Sweeney & Bri Bagwell)

Walking in heels ain't worth all the hurting But it sure makes it hard to tell That dressing up and talking and making the rounds Is a picture perfect kind of hell When you've been listening to sad songs And liking the bad ones Cause it's just that kind of day I've been working my ass off And people still think that I'm Throwing my life away Been up since seven And he's been smoking Since he swore he was quitting last night And I spent an hour in front of the mirror To make sure the light hits me right Cause if I'm not flawless and brutally honest They'll think I've got nothing to say But if I say too much Or I don't smile enough They'll call me a bitch anyway Can't send a message, can't get offended But I just can't let it fall flat The hours I put in are usually wasted Cause I still just end up where I'm at Cause boys will be boys And use us like toys but We aren't invited to play So if paper ain't trash Till it's crumpled and smashed Then I'm throwing my life away I'm throwing my life away Well, alright Mhm