i m just your problem

Rebecca Sugar

La da da da da
I m gonna bury you in the ground
La da da da da
I m gonna bury you with my sound

I m gonna drink the red from your pretty pink face
I m gonna

Sorry I don t treat you like a goddess
Is that what you want me to do?
Sorry I don t treat you like you re perfect
Like all your little loyal subjects do

Sorry I m not made of sugar
Am I not sweet enough for you?
Is that why you always avoid me?
That must be such an inconvenience to you

Well... I m just your problem
I m just your problem
It s like I m not even a person, am I?
I m just your problem

Well, I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I shouldn t have to justify what I do
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I shouldn t have to prove anything to you
I m sorry that I exist, I forget what landed me on your blacklist
But I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I shouldn t have to be the one that makes up with you

So why do I want to?
Why do I want to
To bury you in the ground
And drink the blood from your