I know people read my tweets and think that I've gone crazy
But so do I, I've lost my mind
So, good at helping others
I should help myself sometimes
Don't like to be a burden on anybody else
Went to the doctors, said he couldn't help
Made me tick a couple boxes about how I felt
Answered some awkward questions he asked
Left out the drugs, dabbled in my past
Said "when's the last time you laughed
or went through a day without grieving? "
Tried not to crumble, stared at the ceiling
Who's this weak bitch consumed by feelings?
I used to be flying, but now I'm here kneeling

You're an impostor, I don't know your name
Feel completely different
but, looking just the same
Who's that bitch in the mirror?
Getting thinner by the day
Two days later, swear I've put back on the weight
I go up and down
A bit like throwing rocks at the ground
I go up and down
Put in the toast, take out the bread, (what?)
I think there's something wrong inside my head

Oh my God, let's all go fucking crazy
Get things started
knock back drinks and act retarded
Hit some parties
Maybe I'll convince myself I'm not mardy
Went for a shit, all you got was a fart
Told a couple jokes but nobody laughed
Future's bright, past is dark
When you're close to the end
where the fuck do you start?
Friends went missing
All these actors show up when
they think you've got a pot to piss in
Making all these tunes but nobody's listening
(so whats coming next?)
I don't know what songs I wanna make
I don't know what path I wanna take
Everybody's trying to point out real to the fake
I take their advice, so what, now you're my mate?
Great! We're best friends!
I'll never be sad again
Fuck my stage name, call me Hen
Keeping it real in a world pretend
where girls talk less than the men
(Oi bruv did you hear?)
They'll disappear, and I'll still be here
even more alone than before
Guess there's more space for me
when I walk through the door
Head held high and my feet on the floor

You're an impostor, I don't know your name
Feel completely different
but, looking just the same
Who's that bitch in the mirror?
Getting thinner by the day
Two days later, swear I've put back on the weight
I go up and down
A bit like throwing rocks at the ground
I go up and down
Put in the toast, take out the bread, (what?)
I think there's something wrong inside my head