Secrets - Mary Lambert, B.o.B

Okay

Game face

There we go

I’ve got bipolar disorder

My shit’s not in order

I’m overweight, I’m always late

I’ve got too many things to say

I rock mom jeans, cat earrings

Extrapolate my feelings

My family is dysfunctional

But we have a good time killing each other

They tell us from the time we’re young

To hide the things that we don’t like about ourselves

Inside ourselves

I know I’m not the only one

Who spent so long attempting to be someone else

Well, I’m over it

I don’t care if the world knows what my secrets are

Secrets are

I don’t care if the world knows what my secrets are

Secrets are

So, what?

So, what?

So, what?

So, what?

I can’t think straight, I’m so gay

Sometimes I cry a whole day

I care a lot, use an analog clock

And never know when to stop

And I’m passive aggressive

I’m scared of the dark and the dentist

I love my butt and won’t shut up

And I never really grew up

They tell us from the time we’re young

To hide the things that we don’t like about ourselves

Inside ourselves

I know I’m not the only one

Who spent so long attempting to be someone else

Well, I’m over it

I don’t care if the world knows what my secrets are

Secrets are

I don’t care if the world knows what my secrets are

Secrets are

So, what?

So, what?

So, what?

So, what?

Eeeeeeh Oooh Ooooohhh Ooooooooh

(Ha ha ha ha ha)

I don’t care if the world knows what my secrets are (Secrets are)

Secrets are

I don’t care if the world knows what my secrets are (Secrets are)

Secrets are

So, what?

So, what?

So, what?

So, what?

So, what?

So, what?

(I don’t care if the world knows what my secrets are)

So, what?

So, what?