Ooh ooh ooh

I guess you’re just weak minded, your attention, despicably divided cause,
I like you when you’re broken cause, love is all about convenience

I’m good at making people cry, I like the curve of your upside down smile
Cause you stopped calling me pretty

You left me opened for two weeks, I don’t feel like opening up anymore, ah
This mediocre love we had, it was good until it was bad
It’s not like we were gonna last forever, it’s all blurred together

I’m good at making people cry, I like the tears running down the mirror in my eye
Cause you stopped calling me pretty

Ooh ooh ooh

Why do you pity yourself? You’re covered in lies
And it’s nice, this love is eating me alive
It’s emotionally exhausting to stand here all alone
What are you waiting for? A sunny day in the rain?

I’m good at making people cry, I like the pain of the thinning of my thighs
Cause you stopped calling me pretty

I know it’s hard to see but this is the only way I’ve learned to be ah,
Detach myself easily for the sake of numbing my eternity,
You think my art it stupid but I painted my nails pretty for you

I like crying as the tears caress my cheek, pearls falling down my face among the crowd cause you stopped calling me pretty
Tear make me feel…

Pretty, pretty
Ooh
Pretty