I'm used to getting pushed around Spent half of high school on the ground I thought I'd never let them win Though I admit I wanted in My cold body's cold Helps me see things my own way I had a target on my back Conditioned response, heart attack I played it off as pure envy When everybody laughed at me My cold body's cold Helps me see things my own way I had a target on my back Conditioned response, heart attack My cold body's cold Helps me see things my own way My cold body's cold Helps me see things my own way *
