Troy Bolton

Hello, John

I really, really hate who I used to be

I really, really hate who I— (Yeah)

It's my birthday and I'll cry if I wanna' cry for you

It's not worth another lie

I was dying next to you

Everybody talk a big game on the 'Gram

Every-everybody had a first love underneath the stands

I was talking smack to imaginary friends

While you're knowing how I'm hurting from the sidelines

Do I ever cross your mind?

Will I ever know?

Count a crow, your smile has got me accidentally in lovе

Rocking Odd Future, I swear I'm not stupid

I know I act a fool, so I could see your laugh in action

I was in the back of a Cadillac car

I was dancing in thе middle of the Cul-De-Sac Park

I was in the back of a Cadillac car

I was dancing in the middle of a faraway star

(Yo, Huron!)

It's my birthday and I'll cry if I wanna' cry for you

It's not worth another lie

I was dying (Oh)

Yeah

They were making fun of me for making beats

In the back of the class

I have had just enough in the rough

I was wearing denim in the gym

Is it me?

Is it him?

All I know is picket fencing and a quiet room

The number of fist fights and Grammys I've won are the same

How many photographs in the camera roll are worthy of a frame

I had coffee for dinner

I used to advertise my music on Tinder

I'm still embarrassed over who I used to be

I'm still embarrassed of who I used to be

I'm still embarrassed of who I used to be

I really, really hate (who I used to be)

It's my birthday and I'll cry if I wanna cry for you

It's not worth another lie

I was dying next you

I really, really hate who I used to be