歌詞

You tell them your secrets And expose your soul They take what they can use They like to control They don't accept blame for things They attack and deflect They focus on your mistakes When they should reflect I have a viral strain Upon my brain I need some relief from this pain Toxic, toxic friends Pull you, down it never ends You are, wood for their fire Fuel to, keep them burning higher They paint on targets of spite Even though you are close You try to fulfil their needs Then they say that you boast When you need to be exact To find out the truth What is the point of trust When you always need proof I have a viral strain Upon my brain I need some relief from this pain Toxic, toxic friends Pull you, down it never ends You are, wood for their fire Fuel to, keep them burning higher So you've got to Leave them, grieve them, just don't believe them Leave them, grieve them, just don't believe them Your music really sucks He's really sketchy He thinks you're ugly What were you thinking? You know what she said about you? I have no life Ohh, you're so stupid Your hair! That's a short person problem Did your mum dress you? Aw, look, I really like your family, but... Your ideas are always trash Nothing! The whispers, the lies, your back, their knives Get smarter, use choice, get real, find your voice Toxic, toxic friends Pull you, down it never ends You are, wood for their fire Fuel to, keep them burning higher Toxic, toxic friends Pull you, down it never ends You are, wood for their fire Fuel to, keep them burning higher
Writer(s): Campbell Adcock, Ulf Markäs, Ulf Marknäs Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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