"Trauma Dump" lyrics

Does your dad know you have an OnlyFans?
No I haven't told him
Why not?
'Cause I was afraid he would sign up

I'm fucked up but I'm not special
We're all fucked up on some level
Who fucked you up? What made you saddy?
I love your trauma dump, you're my little baddie
Trauma dump, trauma trauma dump, trauma trauma dump

I've been seeing my therapist for three years now
It all started when my wikiFeet score went down
She's tryna teach me to love myself but I don't think I'm my type
I've only been depressed two times, day and night
She's my bestie, when I cry in a session
She says "No don't be sad, you're so sexy"
I love that little ego boost
Fuck the truth, sometimes you gotta pay someone to lie to you
Like, once a week every Tuesday at two
I just found out I'm in a cult because
Bleep bleep in the bleep you know
Sorry, I had to cut that out
My cult leader didn't like the lines I wrote down
And how did that make you feel?

I'm fucked up but I'm not special
We're all fucked up on some level
Who fucked you up? What made you saddy?
I love your trauma dump, you're my little baddie

Trauma dump, trauma trauma dump, trauma trauma dump
Dump, trauma dump, trauma trauma dump

Enough about me, let's talk about you
I know real bad bitches got problems too
And you walk around looking fine as shit
You got scars and trauma but you're hiding it
Maybe you got it from your mama, tryna solve your family drama
Predisposed to people pleasing saying things that you don't wanna
'Cause you're afraid to hurt or be hurt so you'd rather just not be heard
Hey Peter, crank the volume on your speaker

I'm fucked up but I'm not special
We're all fucked up on some level
Who fucked you up? What made you saddy?
I love your trauma dump, you're my little baddie

Trauma dump, trauma trauma dump, trauma trauma dump
Trauma trauma dump, trauma dump
Trauma dump, trauma trauma dump, trauma trauma dump
Trauma trauma dump, trauma dump

I'm a mixture of the worst parts of my mom and my dad
Conceived by mistake, I guess that was god's plan
Born to be fucked up and fucked with and pissed off
And trained to just sit back and smile when I'm stepped on

Let it out if you've got something to say
Let it out, say it with me now
I'm not okay (I'm not okay)
Say it again on the count of three
One, two, three
I'm not okay