[Verse 1] You've got a blade behind the silk, A pretty little act to hide the filth. You leave your fingerprints on every wound, Then ask who's been so cruel to you. You poison the glass, then praise the wine. You fuck things up, then rewrite the crime. I've seen your type a thousand times. Same sick routine. Same fucking lies. [Pre-Chorus] Here come the tears. Here comes the show. You hurt them first, Then steal the role. [Chorus] Cry me a river, bitch, Build yourself a throne. Burn down the house, Then cry you're alone. Poor little victim, King of the blame. Same shit, different story, Same fucking game. [Verse 2] Backhanded compliments, a laugh beneath your breath, You deal out little cuts, then act surprised by the mess. You call it banter when you make somebody bleed, Then scream about their cruelty when they finally disagree. You're drowning in a puddle, blaming everyone for rain. You'd rather drag them under than admit you need to change. And all your little followers keep telling you you're right. What a fucking waste of breath. What a pathetic little life. [Pre-Chorus] Cue the tears. Cue the blame. Someone else must Wear your shame. [Chorus] Cry me a river, bitch, Build yourself a throne. Burn down the house, Then cry you're alone. Poor little victim, King of the blame. Same shit, different story, Same fucking game. [Bridge] Your trauma isn't sacred. Your pain isn't a pass. You're not the only person Who's been dragged through fucking glass. Address your problems. It's not that fucking hard. Stop making everyone pay For the damage in your heart. [Final Chorus] Cry me a river, bitch, Build yourself a throne. Burn down the house, Then cry you're alone. Poor little victim, King of the blame. Same shit, different story, Same fucking game. Cry me a river, bitch. Go on, play your part. You can fool your little sycophants, But I see what you are. [Outro] Keep your stories. Keep your lies. Keep your little court Of parasites. I've seen your type A thousand times. I'd call you a cunt, But you lack the depth.
