3.99

Another night in April, it’s 2:15
I’m still wide awake, crying here in my room
Throwing it all away, I think about it a lot
They say Mount Fuji looks nice, and I can’t rule it out

If I do right, or if I do wrong
If my makeup looks natural
I swear I don’t want to get all existential

Who am I with, is it him or who?
Hearing shit about me has become routine
But don’t worry, Ari, this isn’t personal

Like it doesn’t hurt me
Like it doesn’t break me
Like the walls were made of glass
So everyone could see me

Like I’m not worth it
Like a part of me wouldn’t die
Because part of you
Is your desire to hate me

I’m still here, here, here

Turns out I’m the worst, the bitch, the villain, I am
Guilty of betrayal, I’m not exaggerating
I bought another mailbox, I had no other choice
3.99, hate letters by the ton

What a bad reputation, all for a comment
For which I already apologized, the cause of this mess
A photo in my underwear, I stepped out of line, but
It’s nothing personal, babe

Like it doesn’t hurt me
Like it doesn’t break me
Like the walls were made of glass
So everyone could see me

Like I’m not worth it
Like a part of me wouldn’t die
Because part of you
Is your desire to hate me

I’m still here, here, here
I’m still here, here, here

And here we are