Shut Up Songtext
von Tiffany Stringer
Shut Up Songtext
I thought I had my life figured out
Inside my bubble safe and sound
′Til you popped up and crashed into me
Pressure so tight, now I can't breathe
I, I really loved you, so I smiled sweetly
I, but I′m done pretending you are nice
Shut up
I am not the girl you made up in your head alone
Story of my life, you turn to a game of telephone
Life's just so much sex, less of fun, will you take it home?
I'll let you have what you want, I′m done playing along
When life got hard, it′s you that I called
They cast their stones, I built my walls
Through darkness, stayed right by my side
Only to find you planned my demise
I, I really loved you, so I smiled sweetly
I, I'm done entertaining to play nice
Shut up
I am not the girl you made up in your head alone
Story of my life, you turn to a game of telephone
Life′s just so much sex, less of fun, will you take it home?
I'll let you have what you want, I′m done playing along
I am not the girl you made up in your head alone
Story of my life, you turn to a game of telephone
Life's just so much sex, less of fun, will you take it home?
I′ll let you have what you want, I'm done playing along
Inside my bubble safe and sound
′Til you popped up and crashed into me
Pressure so tight, now I can't breathe
I, I really loved you, so I smiled sweetly
I, but I′m done pretending you are nice
Shut up
I am not the girl you made up in your head alone
Story of my life, you turn to a game of telephone
Life's just so much sex, less of fun, will you take it home?
I'll let you have what you want, I′m done playing along
When life got hard, it′s you that I called
They cast their stones, I built my walls
Through darkness, stayed right by my side
Only to find you planned my demise
I, I really loved you, so I smiled sweetly
I, I'm done entertaining to play nice
Shut up
I am not the girl you made up in your head alone
Story of my life, you turn to a game of telephone
Life′s just so much sex, less of fun, will you take it home?
I'll let you have what you want, I′m done playing along
I am not the girl you made up in your head alone
Story of my life, you turn to a game of telephone
Life's just so much sex, less of fun, will you take it home?
I′ll let you have what you want, I'm done playing along
Writer(s): Keaton Robert Stromberg, Tiffany Stringer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
