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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rory Webley
Rory Webley
Songwriter
Cyrus Villanueva
Cyrus Villanueva
Songwriter
Cam Nacson
Cam Nacson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cyrus Villanueva
Cyrus Villanueva
Producer
Cam Nacson
Cam Nacson
Producer

Lyrics

Everybody 'round me seems to judge me
Without knowing the reason for the scars
Take one look and run because it's ugly
But really, they're the reason I'm who I've become
Somebody better call Batman
I'm 'bout to do something
I bet I'll regret in the morning
I'm just having one of those days
The thoughts in my brain, I'm going insane
I'm somebody Arkham Asylum could never contain
I have a smile cut into my cheeks
I hide things when I speak
Looks like I mean it
I guess I'm a joker
My hairs burnt from the bleach
I hope you like what you see
Need you to like me
I guess I'm the joker
Why so serious? (So serious, serious)
Why so serious? (So serious, serious)
Every day I wonder how they'll catch me (They'll catch me)
Tie me down and look inside my head (Go ahead)
Don't blame me when you get infected
Tried so hard to stop it from spreading
Now it's become an epidemic
Somebody better call Batman
I'm 'bout to do something
I bet I'll regret in the morning
I'm just having one of those days
The thoughts in my brain I'm going insane
I'm somebody Arkham Asylum could never contain
I have a smile cut into my cheeks
I hide things when I speak
Looks like I mean it
I guess I'm a joker
My hairs burnt from the bleach
I hope you like what you see
Need you to like me
I guess I'm the joker
Why so serious?
Why so serious?
Why so serious?
Why so serious?
Somebody better call batman
I'm 'bout to do something
Written by: Cam Nacson, Cyrus Villanueva, Rory Webley
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