My Lifes A Cliché

[Chorus: luvwillow]
Can you see my ribcage? I'll put it on display
I got B.B. Simons on, I feel like an icon
I'll be Tate and you'll be Violet
I know that you love the violence
And I'm famous, but I hate it, my life's a cliché

[Verse 1: luvwillow]
Brand new diet, I feel so weak
My life's a nightmare, but it's so chic
Hungry, hungry, I feel ugly
Do you wanna see my spine?
Sippin' on formaldehyde
My soul's been broken, my heart's been stolen
I just got a new face, now I'm so two-faced
My body hurts, and I fell in the hallway
I have a friend named w6lker and he's gay
And now there's plastic in me, feel like Kimmy
My life's a joke but it's not silly
Last night I went to bed crying
I woke up and I fеlt like dying
I know that I messed up, I feel likе my heart's stuck
Call me on my iPhone, I'll show you my bones

[Chorus: luvwillow]
Can you see my ribcage? I'll put it on display
I got B. B. Simons on, I feel like an icon
I'll be Tate and you'll be Violet
I know that you love the violence
And I'm famous, but I hate it, my life's a cliché
I don't go to the mall 'cause they're watching
There's voices in my head and they won't ever stop talking

[Verse 2: gothlovee]
They won't stop talking
Oh, can you hear them, baby?
Your body's rotting
Tonight's our little wedding
I'm such a zombie
And all your tears are shedding
Oh, come and love me
It's not like you will let me
Oh
Slit my wrist
Take me, bitch
I don't wanna live
I'm so rich and you're a dumbass bitch
I'm a witch, cast a spell on your kids
Oh-oh
Make me famous

[Outro: gothlovee]
Haha
You know we'll fucking make it, bitch
It's the fucking Illuminati