What is the world picking up hard, little girls?
Haven't you got something better to do?
But I guess it worked, believing everything I heard
I know it's false, and maybe it's true
But is it worth it being perfect?
Is it ever enough, is it ever enough?
Do I deserve?
Is this what's the verdict?
What am I doing to myself?
I don't know, it isn't up to me, so I do
I feel so empty, wanna hide
I cannot stop, I've tried
Claim myself, but what if it's not for comfort?
In my own exhaust, when does it stop?
I'm kinda getting tired
I'm kinda getting tired
I wanna have control
Control
I wanna have control
Control
Control
Control
Control
Control
Day after day, thoughts' clouded into disarray
And I can't help myself
I know myself too well
I'll be fine anyway
That's what I tell them
So they stay as I'm all by myself
Don't like myself too well
But is it worth it being perfect?
No, it's never enough
No, it's never enough
I've got to earn this
So I'm working
Myself into a drug
Don't like myself too well
I don't know
It isn't up to me
So I do
I feel so empty
Wanna hide
I cannot stop
I try
Blame myself
But if it's my fault
I'm flirting
My own heat source
When does it stop?
I'm kinda getting tired
I wanna have control
Control

I wanna have control
Control
Control
Control
Control
I wanna have control