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Dude, this fucking person keeps sending me death threats They're saying that I'm ugly as fuck, and my music is shit And that I should just kill myself Is it my dress or shoes? Is it the makeup on my skin? What can I change for you? What would you prefer I was in? Or is it worse? Mm-hm Is it something I can't fix? Whatever it is, mm-hm You seem so obsessed with it What did I even do to them? I'm just minding my own business I don't know why that pisses them off so much Is it the way I know exactly who I am? Is it my blazing glow That makes you feel so small and dim? Nothing will stop you It doesn't matter what I do You'll never change in your old age You'll be hating yourself too I could've fit the mold you made Letras de cancionesAnd took what you done threw Still, I could never make you love you Chatroom Who even are you? What's in it for you? No clue What you even look like, your profile's a cartoon "Fuck you too" I say when I'm angered, but it doesn't matter Chatroom (Chat) You're not unique, there are hundreds just like you I can't tell if this is a bot A forty-five-year-old incel Or a ten-year-old on their mom's iPad Think it's the way you choose Every vowel methodically In the cafe, you spew Your lukewarm takes at me Is that the way you feel About your own sad life? Project your pain outward Aspiring to be a knife, what a life Nothing will stop you It doesn't matter what I do You'll never change in your old age You'll be hating yourself too I could've fit the mold you made And took what you done threw Still, I could never make you love you (Ugh, I'm just gonna delete my account) Chatroom Who even are you? What's in it for you? No clue What you even look like, your profile's a cartoon "Fuck (Fuck) you too" I say when I'm angered, but it doesn't matter Chatroom (Chat) You're not unique, there are hundreds just like you When I stare out the window, crying It's 'cause you've made me hate my reflection And in another reality I could've loved myself I could've been myself But here I am, cramming all of your words Deep into my veins 'til it kills me Chatroom (Chat) Who even are you? What's in it for you? No (No) clue What you even look like, your profile's a cartoon "Fuck (Fuck) you too" I say when I'm angered, but it doesn't matter Chatroom (Chat) You're not unique, there are hundreds just like you From Letras Mania