There's a few people I loved

And they ain't ever coming back

And that's just how it goes

It ain't really all that sad

Oh, I need to know

Did I really I do my best

Or I just tell myself that

In the hopes I'd get some rest

I been up all night

Sore on both sides my head

From all the tossing, turnin

I be both my ears red

I bet my hair is fucked up

Pulling at it cause of all this stress

And I don't get out enough

I whine at these walls instead

My great grandma said it best

And momma tells it well

My sisters both geniuses and my dad is, well himself

But it's just one term for me

I don't need no flattery

She saw me always cryin

He's a sorehead, isn't he

That's my Gigi, she called that

Ain't shit changed, I'd give it all back

For just one chance, to make an impact

Something more than a whiney little spoiled brat

Now I grown up, and I grown fast

And I'm grateful, but I'm hopeless

Cause I missed out, failed the real test

And there's no make up for the sorehead

I'm lonely knowing that your gone

I wonder if you'd like my songs

Oh do you hear me now

Oh do you hear me

There's a few people I loved

And they ain't ever coming back

And that's just how it goes

It ain't really all that sad

I should know it ain't my fault

You know me, I've never known that

Lately, don't wanna pick up no calls

Wanna skip town, never come back

I want to tell you everything

I know you had enough of me

Cause frankly, I just feel the same

Can only change the scenery

You keep bringing this energy

My head feel like electricity

So sore from what you're telling me

What you tellin me

Oh I, I want to tell you everything

I know you had enough of me

Cause frankly, I just feel the same

Can only change the scenery

You keep bringing this energy

My head feel like electricity

So sore from what you're telling me

You're tellin me

Great grandma said it best

And momma tells it well

My sisters both geniuses and my dad is, well himself

But it's just one term for me

I don't need no flattery

She saw me always cryin

He's a sorehead, isn't he

You're right to call me out

(That's my Gigi, she called that, ain't shit changed, I'd give it all back, for just one chance, to make an impact)

And I'm just learning now (Something more than a whiney little spoiled brat, now I grown up, and I grown fast)

That you were always there for me (And I'm grateful, but I'm hopeless, cause I missed out, failed the real test and there's no make up for the sorehead)