Pages in a magazine full of pretty boys and idol teens Tell me who I'm supposed to be Reading daily horoscope cuz therapy's not cheap Who have I become? Who will I be? Craving all the confidence I had at seventeen Maybe it's wrong and maybe it's mean To **** up in a way that only I can blame on me You're all invited to my pity parade Haven't decided if I'm happy or just ok I'm working on my vulnerability, whatever that means So you're all invited to my pity, my pity parade