LYRIC
Is it my lips or my dark hair?
I'm used to it, been there a few times
I don't know
Are these thoughts really mine?
I can't, can't take
These demon's hands
From pulling my mind beneath my mess
This room is growing so cold [Verse 2] I'm in my head
I'm hardly dressed
Say I beg for attention
You don't see my reflection
The person I am ain't the girl I was raised to be
I live my life on this image that you built for me
I hate myself, I have no friends
Just a blurry reminder of being second best
This room is growing so cold [Chorus] The room is growing so cold, cold
Not every treasure's made of gold, gold
What do you want from me?
I try my best to be more than my anxiety
Not every treasure's made of gold
Woah oh, gold [Bridge] I know that you've been there before
You felt that you've cried on that floor
Feelin' left out, so stressed out, baby
But I promise you've got so much more
Than loving to lose up on war
Gotta stand up, scream no more
Gotta stand up, scream no more [Chorus] The room is growing so cold, cold
Not every treasure's made of gold, gold
What do you want from me?
I try my best to be more than my anxiety
Not every treasure's made of gold
Woah oh, gold [Outro] I'm falling apart inside
Do you really care if I live or die?
And I just wasn't by
Just to pass the time
The room is growing so cold
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