Welcome To The Real World – Candice Accola – letras

I ask myself why are you still aroundIt’s just my 19th nervous breakdownYou sleep all day I’m working weekendsI’m sick of you and your stupid friendsYou’re living life just like a dreamLost in the sceneI’m so jaded, frustratedI can’t pretend, everything’s cool when youWon’t talk to me, leave me dirty laundryTo mess up my lifeGet your shit together ’cause it’sWho, whoa, whoaWelcome to the real worldWhoaYou’re like a leech latching onto meSucking out all my energyOut to diner and you’re on the phoneThe bill comes but your wallet’s at homeYou may be smooth, you may be fineBut you’re a waste of my timeI’m so jaded, frustratedI can’t pretend, everything’s cool when youWon’t talk to me, leave me dirty laundryTo mess up my lifeGet your shit together ’cause it’sWho, whoa, whoaWelcome to the real worldDon’t you think you’ll ever get a clueTell you what you gotta doSwear I won’t screamAnd I won’t shoutJust take your trash and get outI’m so jaded, frustratedI can’t pretend, everything’s cool when youWon’t talk to me, leave me dirty laundryTo mess up my lifeGet your shit together ’cause it’sWho, whoa, whoaMaybe you should get a lifeWhoa, whoa, whoaI feel sorry for your future wifeWhoa, whoa, whoaWelcome to the real world