Candice Accola - Welcome to the real world

I ask myself why are you still around
It’s just my 19th nervous breakdown
You sleep all day I’m working weekends
I’m sick of you and your stupid friends

You’re living life just like a dream
Lost in the scene

I’m so jaded, frustrated
I can’t pretend, everything’s cool when you
Won’t talk to me, leave me dirty laundry
To mess up my life
Get your shit together ’cause it’s
Who, whoa, whoa
Welcome to the real world
Whoa

You’re like a leech latching onto me
Sucking out all my energy
Out to diner and you’re on the phone
The bill comes but your wallet’s at home

You may be smooth, you may be fine
But you’re a waste of my time

I’m so jaded, frustrated
I can’t pretend, everything’s cool when you
Won’t talk to me, leave me dirty laundry
To mess up my life
Get your shit together ’cause it’s
Who, whoa, whoa
Welcome to the real world

Don’t you think you’ll ever get a clue
Tell you what you gotta do
Swear I won’t scream
And I won’t shout
Just take your trash and get out

I’m so jaded, frustrated
I can’t pretend, everything’s cool when you
Won’t talk to me, leave me dirty laundry
To mess up my life
Get your shit together ’cause it’s
Who, whoa, whoa
Maybe you should get a life
Whoa, whoa, whoa
I feel sorry for your future wife
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Welcome to the real world