paroles de chanson Cut The Real - Madeline Kenney

I know what's inside my head, but I think I need a breather
If I wasn't such a wreck, I'd start something
I was sick of waking up to the bright light coming
If I wasn't such a mess, I'd start something

I don't have to live it out just to learn a lesson
Yeah, I get it, you're the bad kids, I'm the crime
If it wasn't my defense, I'd start cussing

Cut the real out of my mind
Cut the real out of my mind

I know what's inside my head, but it's not really an answer
The same as almost anyone when I cut the real out
I need the real out
I need the real out