Secrets

Okay

Game face

Here we go

I've got bipolar disorder

My shit's not in order

I'm overweight, I'm always late

I've got too many things to say

I rock mom jeans, cat earrings

Extrapolate my feelings

My family is dysfunctional

But we have a good time killing each other

They tell us from the time we're young

To hide the things that we don't like about ourselves

Inside ourselves

I know I'm not the only one

Who spent so long attempting to be someone else

Well, I'm over it

I don't care if the world knows what my secrets are

Secrets are

I don't care if the world knows what my secrets are

Secrets are

So, what?

So, what?

So, what?

So, what?

I can't think straight, I'm so gay

Sometimes I cry a whole day

I care a lot, use an analog clock

And never know when to stop

And I'm passive aggressive

I'm scared of the dark and the dentist

I love my butt and won't shut up

And I never really grew up

They tell us from the time we're young

To hide the things that we don't like about ourselves

Inside ourselves

I know I'm not the only one

Who spent so long attempting to be someone else

Well, I'm over it

I don't care if the world knows what my secrets are

Secrets are

I don't care if the world knows what my secrets are

Secrets are

So, what?

So, what?

So, what?

So, what?

I don't care if the world knows what my secrets are (Secrets are)

Secrets are

I don't care if the world knows what my secrets are (Secrets are)

Secrets are

So, what?

So, what?

So, what?

So, what?

So, what?

So, what?

So, what?

So...

What?