Terrible News

I’m not scared
So brave
I’ll shout it til you hear me out
Puff up my chest
Put on a dress
Convince myself it’s good enough

And I can’t take it
Sitting in this noisy room
With all these wound up people
Giving terrible news
Yeah it’s plastic
Bend it to my point of view
I don’t know who I am or what I’m supposed to prove
And I can’t take it
Tell me is it over soon?
Even your best ideas sound like terrible news

I’m adored (but I’m feeling)
So bored (there’s no concealing)
I’m begging for approval
Forget my name (silly thing)
I’ll change (anything)
It’s brutal but it’s true