Grim کے بول

This boy doesn't like me at all (Not at all) And he doesn't hide it, he makes it clear (I know this) There's no specific reason But it's an old feeling, from past seasons He makes subtle digs I never did anything to him He hates my light and tries to make it dim His hatred for me is so goddamn grim (Grim, grim, grim) He hates my light and tries to make it dim Overnight, I became his bullseye Now every arrow he shoots is aimed at me But tryna hit the target Ain't the same as actually hitting it (Okay, bitch?) Your whispers are like paper planes They get thrown, but they don't cause any damage I could tell you to turn the page But boy, I never did anything to you You're alone in your own fight Tryna come out as the one who's right You're wasting your time We could be friends or just classmates I'll keep respecting you, even if you don't reciprocate Cause you and I are not the same (We're not the same, we're not the same, okay?) Your hatred for me is so goddamn grim (Grim, grim, grim)