You're not who you said you are
Lied about what you claim to be
Leave the club and hold my hand
We'll die off what we claim to need
You're not who you say you are
Makes it hard for me to see
Got me fucked up in the car
Makes it easier to deal
I can't stand to see you bleed
When the reason for it's me

Turn adam up, turn off the lights
(Gothboiclique)

You're not who you say you are
Lied about what you claim to be
Leave the club and hold my hand
We'll die off what we claim to need