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I wish I had a better voice that sang some better words ,
I wish I found some chords in an order that is new ,
I wish I didn't have to rhyme every time I sang ,
I was told when I get older all my fears would shrink ,
But now I’m insecure and I care what people think .
My name’s ‘Blurryface’ and I care what you think
Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol ’ days ,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out .
Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was young ,
How come I’m never able to identify where it ’s coming from,
I’d make a candle out of it if I ever found it ,
Try to sell it, never sell out of it, I’d probably only sell one ,
Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol ’ days ,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out ...