Zella Mayzell Target Demographic
Reject me hey Reject me
build me up higher
It’s the status of Idol
To which I aspire
I could lie to you all
And you’d never think twice
Selling lip-gloss and hair dye
I’m the piper, you’re mice
Please tell us we're cool
And forget that I’m flawed
It’s the image and the fashion
Not the heart that you bought
I’ll sing for the music
And I’ll bow for the cheers
And I’ll hold up a soda
While I hold back the tears
Forget me hey Forget me
I stood for something
having all these convictions
gets so exhausting
I’ll pretend that it’s worth it
All the soul that it’s costing
You would do it for the money
You would do it for fun
You would do the same thing
If it meant that you’d be shunned
From all of the parties
And all the premieres
This won’t feel the same
After several years
So I’ll hold up a soda
while I hold back the tears
Please tell us we're cool
And forget that I’m flawed
It’s the image and fashion
Not the heart that you bought
If it’s questions you have
Or it’s insight you need
I’m an expert on greed
I know it’s wrong
It’s wrong
I know
Hurting you is wrong
I know
It’s wrong
It’s wrong
I know
It’s wrong
It’s wrong
