More songs by Stacey Ryan
Description
Mastering Engineer: Hector Vega
Mixing Engineer: Matt Morales
Programmer, Co Producer: THE ELEVEN
Co Producer, Programmer: SameSame
Lyricist, Composer: Stacey Ryan
Composer: Matt Morales
Composer: James G. Morales
Composer: Robert Laurence Cohen II
Composer: Blake Andrew Mares
Lyrics and translation
Original
Am I my own bad omen?
Or are you just that type?
I thought you were a grown man.
But big boys don't make girls cry.
Damn, I did that thing again. The thing I swore I'd never do again.
I fell into another's hands 'cause it felt nice to play pretend.
You showed up in an unexpected way. The kind that takes your breath away.
Didn't feel like you were playing games. Boy, you took me by surprise.
And I won't lie, I thought maybe you were giving me signs that you wanted so much more than one night. Suddenly, your tone has changed. I'm reading into everything.
Is this me sabotaging and throwing it all away? Some voices you can't ignore.
Am I my own bad omen?
Or are you just that type?
I thought you were a grown man.
But big boys don't make girls cry.
'Cause I'm my own bad omen. Damn, you got me on the edge. It feels like all you ever want is sex.
Man, I saw you saw my texts. You don't like to talk about what's next.
Can't deny it, there was something different on your lips.
Some things you just can't ignore.
Baby, I'm more than a one-night.
Just wanted you to want me.
Why is that so wrong?
Am I my own bad omen?
Or are you just that type?
-Are you just that type? -I thought you were a grown man.
But big boys don't make girls cry.
Am I my own bad omen?
Was I the first to pull away?
Is something in me broken?
Maybe I just love the chase.
'Cause I'm my own bad omen. Am I my own bad omen?
Or are you just that type?
-I thought you were a grown man. -You were wrong.
But big boys don't make girls cry.
I'm more than enough woman.
-I shouldn't have to prove it right. -I shouldn't have to prove it right.
But is my brain that broken?
Repeating cycles every time.
'Cause I'm my own bad omen.
English translation
Am I my own bad omen?
Or are you just that type?
I thought you were a grown man.
But big boys don't make girls cry.
Damn, I did that thing again. The thing I swore I'd never do again.
I fell into another's hands 'cause it felt nice to play pretend.
You showed up in an unexpected way. The kind that takes your breath away.
Didn't feel like you were playing games. Boy, you took me by surprise.
And I won't lie, I thought maybe you were giving me signs that you wanted so much more than one night. Suddenly, your tone has changed. I'm reading into everything.
Is this me sabotaging and throwing it all away? Some voices you can't ignore.
Am I my own bad omen?
Or are you just that type?
I thought you were a grown man.
But big boys don't make girls cry.
'Cause I'm my own bad omen. Damn, you got me on the edge. It feels like all you ever want is sex.
Man, I saw you saw my texts. You don't like to talk about what's next.
Can't deny it, there was something different on your lips.
Some things you just can't ignore.
Baby, I'm more than a one-night.
Just wanted you to want me.
Why is that so wrong?
Am I my own bad omen?
Or are you just that type?
-Are you just that type? -I thought you were a grown man.
But big boys don't make girls cry.
Am I my own bad omen?
Was I the first to pull away?
Is something in me broken?
Maybe I just love the chase.
'Cause I'm my own bad omen. Am I my own bad omen?
Or are you just that type?
-I thought you were a grown man. -You were wrong.
But big boys don't make girls cry.
I'm more than enough woman.
-I shouldn't have to prove it right. -I shouldn't have to prove it right.
But is my brain that broken?
Repeating cycles every time.
'Cause I'm my own bad omen.