Woorden: Gossip. Standing in the Way of Control. Dark Lines.

Heavy makeup, doesn't cover up
The many sleepless nights, I can't hide
Under dark drawn on lines
The circles underneath my eyes

Ooh, why me?
Ooh somebody tell me why?
I go to parties and all I see
Are a room full of faces, staring back at me
Tell me why, why me?

You paint a picture
Of a sad and long winter
Oh, when you were mine

Sometimes I hear you talking
Your reflection in my coffee
And I can't stop crying

Why me? Why me?
I go to parties and all I see
Are a room full of faces, staring back at me
Tell me why, tell me why me?

Ooh tell me why?
Why me? Why me?
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