Walkin' down the street My self esteem somewhere at home on the floor Sad dragging my feet I'm catching eyes that I have never caught before Most just think I'm pretty when I really got the blues I don't want no pity, just some help tying my noose Drunk or maybe high bitch I might be Who told you that I had to choose? Ain't that just the way that you like me Rundown with nothing left to lose? 'Til I lose my mind I found that I'm something not worth the time day No one treats me canceled I'm possessed, and stressed, and witherin' away Most just think I'm pretty when I really got the blues I don't want no pity, just some help tying my noose Drunk or maybe high bitch I might be Who told you that I had to choose? Ain't that just the way that you like me Rundown with nothing left to lose? ♪ Drunk or maybe high bitch I might be Who told you that I had to choose? Ain't that just the way that you like me Rundown with nothing left to lose? Rundown with nothing left to lose Rundown with nothing left to lose Rundown with nothing left to lose Rundown with nothing left to lose Rundown with nothing left to lose Rundown with nothing left to lose Rundown with nothing left to lose Rundown with nothing left to lose Rundown with nothing left to lose Rundown with nothing left to lose Rundown with nothing left to lose Rundown with nothing left