Muchi - Stupid, Stupid Colors Lyrics

My head's a play you left me in
My neighborhood is loud again but I'm getting noise complaints
(Yeah)
I'm losing stars I'm aligned with
And my biggest one losing brightness
That's just part of my diet
I've been trying my best I'm trying
I wish I was dying my hair black impulsively
It's not my fault you see the worst in you and me
But physically you can't stop seeing me in your favorite mirror
Is it ironic that I wish you would leave?
Is it ironic I wish I didn't see all these stupid colors?
Told me to be who I am
Proceed to call me a bad name
Don't you want me to be happy in my own skin?
(I hope so)
I hate sports so much, but nowadays I really wanna ball
I'm sorry that I'm a late bloomer
I love jokes so much until I started laughing at my goals
And now I really hate humor
I remember when I had people to save me when I'm about to fall
But now I lost myself and I'm clueless
All I do is ask rhetorical questions when I'm thinking too long
Like yo, what am I really doing?
Why am I feeling stupid?
Why am I making music?
Why am I asking these questions when I already knew it
Who's that man in the mirror?
He got so many fears
Maybe one day he can wake up and see everything clear
Maybe one day he can wake up and see everything clear
Maybe one day he can wake up and see everything clear
Is it ironic that I wish you would leave?
Is it ironic I wish I didn't see all these stupid colors?
Told me to be who I am
Proceed to call me a bad name
Don't you want me to be happy in my own skin?

My head's a play you left me in
My neighborhood is loud again but I'm getting noise complaints
(Yeah)
I'm losing stars I'm aligned with
And my biggest one losing brightness
That's just part of my diet
I've been trying my best I'm trying
I wish I was dying my hair black impulsively
It's not my fault you see the worst in you and me
But physically you can't stop seeing me in your favorite mirror
Is it ironic that I wish you would leave?
Is it ironic I wish I didn't see all these stupid colors?
Told me to be who I am
Proceed to call me a bad name
Don't you want me to be happy in my own skin?
(I hope so)
I hate sports so much, but nowadays I really wanna ball
I'm sorry that I'm a late bloomer
I love jokes so much until I started laughing at my goals
And now I really hate humor
I remember when I had people to save me when I'm about to fall
But now I lost myself and I'm clueless
All I do is ask rhetorical questions when I'm thinking too long
Like yo, what am I really doing?
Why am I feeling stupid?
Why am I making music?
Why am I asking these questions when I already knew it
Who's that man in the mirror?
He got so many fears
Maybe one day he can wake up and see everything clear
Maybe one day he can wake up and see everything clear
Maybe one day he can wake up and see everything clear
Is it ironic that I wish you would leave?
Is it ironic I wish I didn't see all these stupid colors?
Told me to be who I am
Proceed to call me a bad name
Don't you want me to be happy in my own skin?