Pathetica

Maybe you’re tired of waiting
Every night dressed up like that special guy
And I know you’re tired of meeting all those people
Who are so shallow, just looking for a good time

Maybe it’ll never change, maybe it’ll always be the same
I suggest you don’t get your hopes up
Remember that even if you look perfect and take care of everything
You’ll regret not being the right one
Remember that you like being manipulated
And you really want tomorrow to come

I know that frustration can easily
Make you feel justified
We’re all the same

I know you want to look like a princess
And all for what, in the end
You won’t find a castle anywhere
Maybe I could be wrong
Maybe this is true
I suggest you don’t dismiss it

Remember that even if you look perfect and take care of everything
You’ll regret not being the right one
Remember that you like being manipulated
And you really want tomorrow to come

Maybe you’re tired of waiting
Every night dressed up like that special guy

Remember that even if you look perfect and take care of everything
You’ll regret not being the right one
Remember that you like being manipulated
And you really want tomorrow to come
You really want tomorrow to come