00:00Música
00:31I'm a real tough kid, I can handle my shit
00:35They said, baby, gotta fake it till you make it, and I did
00:39Lights the camera, bitch, smile, even when you wanna die
00:43He said he loved me all his life
00:47But that life was too short, breaking down, I hit the floor
00:50All the pieces of me shattered as the crowd was chanting more
00:54I was grinning like I'm winning, I was hitting my marks
00:58Cause I can do it with a broken heart
01:04I'm so depressed, I act like it's my birthday, every day
01:11I'm so upset with him, but he avoids me, like it's me
01:19I cry a lot, but I am so productive, it's an art
01:26You know you're good when you can't even do it
01:30With a broken heart
01:35I can hold my breath
01:42But I've been doing it since he left
01:50I keep finding these things in drawers
01:53Crucial evidence I didn't imagine the whole thing
01:57I'm sure I can pass this test
02:03One, two, three
02:05If I'm a real tough kid, I can handle my shit
02:09They said, baby, gotta fake it till you make it, and I did
02:13Light as a camera, bitch, smile, in stilettos for miles
02:17He said, he loved me for our time
02:21But the time was quite short, breaking down, I hit the floor
02:24All the pieces of me shattered as the crowd was chanting more
02:28I was grinning like I'm winning, I was hinting
02:31I was grinning like I'm winning, I was hinting
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