Terrible News

I'm not scared So brave I'll shout it 'til you hear me out Puff up my chest Put on a dress Convince myself it's good enough And I can't take it sitting in this noisy room With all these wound up people giving terrible news Yeah, it's plastic, bend it to my point of view I don't know who I am Or what I'm supposed to prove And I can't take it Tell me, is it over soon? Even your best ideas sound like terrible news I'm adored (but I'm feeling) So bored (there's no concealing) I'm begging for approval Forget my name (silly thing) I'll change (anything) It's brutal but it's true And I can't take it sitting in this noisy room With all these wound up people giving terrible news Yeah, it's plastic, bend it to my point of view I don't know who I am Or what I'm supposed to prove And I can't take it Tell me, is it over soon? Even your best ideas sound like terrible news Yeah, it's plastic, bend it to my point of view I don't know who I am Or what I'm supposed to do And I can't take it sitting in this noisy room With all these wound up people giving terrible news Yeah, it's plastic, bend it to my point of view I don't know who I am Or what I'm supposed to prove And I can't take it sitting in this noisy room With all these wound up people giving terrible news Yeah, it's plastic, bend it to my point of view I don't know who I am Or what I'm supposed to prove Who I am or what I'm supposed to prove Who I am or what I'm supposed to do