I can read your mind She's having the time of her life There in her glittering prime The lights refract sequine stars off her silhouette Every night I can show you lies (One, two, three, four)
'Cause I'm a real tough kid I can handle my shit They said "Babe, you gotta fake it till you make it" And I did Lights, camera, bitch, smile Even when you wanna die He said he'd love me all his life But that life was too short Breaking down, I hit the floor All thе pieces of me shattеred As the crowd was chanting "More" I was grinnin' like I'm winnin' I was hitting my marks 'Cause I can do it with a broken heart (One, two, three)
I'm so depressed, I act like it's my birthday every day I'm so obsessed with him, but he avoids me like the plague I cry a lot, but I am so productive, it's an art You know you're good When you can even do it with a broken heart
I can hold my breath I've been doing it since he left I keep finding his things in drawers Crucial evidence, I didn't imagine the whole thing I'm sure I can pass this test (One, two, three, four)
'Cause I'm a real tough kid I can handle my shit They said "Babe, you gotta fake it till you make it" And I did Lights, camera, bitch, smile In stilettos for miles He said he'd love me for all time But that time was quite short Breaking down, I hit the floor All the pieces of me shattered As the crowd was chanting "More" I was grinnin' like I'm winnin' I was hitting my marks 'Cause I can do it with a broken heart (One, two, three, four)
I'm so depressed, I act like it's my birthday every day I'm so obsessed with him, but he avoids me like the plague (He avoids me like the plague) I cry a lot, but I am so productive, it's an art (It's an art) You know you're good When you can even do it with a broken heart
You know you're good When you can even do it with a broken heart You know you're good Good 'Cause I'm miserable (Haha) And nobody knows Try to come for my job
Compositores: Taylor Alison Swift, Jack Michael Antonoff ECAD: Obra #43366100