F!Fty

In 2019, I'm on the screen I'm in Montreal Staring in the mirror At a stranger that I called myself We used to meet At the bottom of Boul Saint-Laurent A place I now avoid at all costs And I know you're probably good-intentioned But actually I don't I hate to say this but my faith in you is low So afraid of losing me You wouldn't let us breathe Even as I screamed, "We do not belong" I wrote a song, I wrote fifty Tryna' process what you'd done to me I wrote a song, I wrote fifty And I've grown cynical And you can see it in my eyes And the lines on my forehead Anxious, with a racing mind until I go to bed Underneath your covers Was another you who would always say (always say) Things to make me stay Hopin' we would fall in love one day (No) I wrote a song, I wrote fifty Tryna' process what you'd done to me I wrote a song, I wrote fifty And no, I don't blame you for it all Wasn't I the one who took your words to have so much weight And in your ring I stayed, my mistake I know And now I'll look before I fall And when someone tries to manipulate me I won't be fooled so easily Thank god for what you taught me I just wish it didn't hurt so much to learn And I wanna' say you're good-intentioned And you probably were I guess this song's about the ways that I was hurt I turned into a memory As you tried to change me into what you needed I wrote a song, I wrote fifty Tryna' process what you'd done to me I wrote a song, I wrote fifty (Tryna' process what you'd) Done to me