Lyrics

My friends don't like you much, I'm a victim to your touch, Running 'round hands free But you got a hold on me, on me, on me. You keep me stuck in bed, When you linger in my head. Screaming your profanities, I'm gripping tight to the key, the key, the key. Oh, and, I try to ignore everything you say, But I'd have to forget my own name. You're writing anthems for the weak, I don't wanna hear 'em, but I'm weak. I'm black and I'm blue and I'm tired of singing with you. You're writing anthems for the weak, I'm hooked on every word because I'm weak, Well, my mouth won't stop moving, but every song feels out of tune. I don't go outside, I don't like the sunshine. You told me too many times that it Will burn my eyes, my eyes, my eyes. I'm not good at guitar, You say that I won't go far. For some reason I listen I always seem to listen, listen, listen. I try to ignore every word you say, But I'd have to forget my own name. You're writing anthems for the weak, I don't wanna hear 'em, but I'm weak. I'm black and I'm blue and I'm tired of singing with you. You're writing anthems for the weak, I'm hooked on every word because I'm weak, Well, my mouth won't stop moving, but every song feels out of tune. You're writing anthems for the weak, I don't wanna hear 'em, but I'm weak. I'm black and I'm blue and I'm tired of singing with you. You're writing anthems for the weak, I'm hooked on every word because I'm weak, Well, my mouth won't stop moving, but every song feels out of tune.
Writer(s): Lindsey Nicole Sweat, Haley Ann Grant Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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