Fake Bitch

I’m so fucking happy all time
Also, I’m really good at telling lies
My friends they always call me for advice
But they don’t know
I’ve been crying
For the past seven nights
This happens every single time I’m drinking
Like I can finally hear the thoughts
I’m thinking
And it’s oh so clear
Make a bee line to the bathroom and
I look into the mirror saying
Fake bitch, fake bitch
Running from her problems
But she makes it look so good when she ignores them
And she puts them on a shelf
And she whispers to herself
It’s okay, bitch
Don’t ever change, bitch
La la la la la