Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Plastic Palms
Performer
Marcello Newman
Electric Guitar
Daniel Rineer
Bass Guitar
Sam Vickers
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Clarissa Ghelli
Songwriter
Lyrics
I wore his clothes
To look like him
I wore his clothes
To be liked
Mirror Mirror
Why does it feel
So wrong
To be right
I rode the train
Day after day
Back and forth
And for what
So many tears
Over so many years
Were they all
For him
They say it's hereditary
They tell me I'm just as bad
Go on get out of my room
Yeah, so, I've got a problem
Hearing voices in my head
Shut the door get out of my room
Take one more
Then that's it
Fat is bad
Thin is in
Talkin' trash
Comes easy to you
Wasn't like that
For me
Take one more
Then that's it
Fat is bad
Thin is in
Talkin' trash
Comes easy to you
Wasn't like that
For me
They say it's hereditary
They tell me I'm just as bad
Go on get out of my room
Yeah, so, I've got a problem
Hearing voices in my head
Shut the door get out of my room
She's alright
She's OK
She'll be fine
Once a day
I'm alright
I'm OK
I'll be fine
Once a day
Writer(s): Clarissa Ghelli
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