I've never really been your kind of usual jealous type So I can't relate to things that you said you don't like And I've never really been the kind to always ask you twice But the stories that I've heard, you know that it's not nice Yeah my rage Makes me feel pretty Well yeah my rage makes me feel pretty And you can take whatever you want from me I always used to be a people pleasing kinda type We go out with your friends and I guess that I don't mind Yeah I've always been the one to smile and say that it's fine After all that's been said, it's the end of our time Yeah my rage Yeah my rage Well yeah my rage makes me feel pretty And you can take whatever you want from me And give it all you want And give it all you got 'Cause I don't really care if it means I'm a lot Well yeah my rage makes me feel pretty It makes me so Think you should go home It makes me so It makes me so And give it all you want And give it all you got 'Cause I don't really care if it means I'm a lot Yeah my rage makes me feel pretty It makes me so