Changing my location Didn't do all the things I'd hoped Boxes in the basement Remind me I never could let it go
Turned twenty-three, thought I would be Somebody else But I, look at myself, going through hell And as far as I can tell
I'm still insecure and I still overthink Second guess what I wear, and get lost in my dreams But at least it don't hurt anymore If I hear you don't like me Like it did when I was sixteen
(Don't hurt no more) (Don't hurt no more) (Don't hurt no more) (Like it did when I was sixteen)
I'm not losing sleep over First impression's likе I used to But I still don't have the closurе, I thought I'd get when I didn't have to see you
And when I turn sixty-four I won't care no more But for now I'll just keep on stressing out
'Cause I'm still insecure and I still overthink Second guess what I wear, and get lost in my dreams But at least it don't hurt anymore If I hear you don't like me Like it did when I was sixteen
(Don't hurt no more) (Don't hurt no more) (Don't hurt no more) (Like it did when I was sixteen)
Like it did when you told me that this was goodbye Stabbing me in the back right in front of my eyes Telling all of my friends that I'll never get anything right Maybe that's why
I'm still insecure and I still overthink Second guess what I wear, and get lost in my dreams But at least it don't hurt anymore If I hear you don't like me Like it did when I was sixteen
(Don't hurt no more) (Don't hurt no more) (Don't hurt no more) (Like it did when I was sixteen) (Don't hurt no more) (Don't hurt no more) (Don't hurt no more) (Like it did when I was sixteen)
Compositores: Quinn Lewis Delbridge (Quinn Lewis), Chelsea Collins, Brock Westover ECAD: Obra #36731427