Biography:
A member of a band Cimorelli consisting of her and her five other sisters.
Lisa Michelle Cimorelli was born on September 19, 1993. She is the third oldest sister and fourth oldest kid in the Cimorelli family.
She is one of the original members of the band Cimorelli. She plays the keyboard, drums, and guitar.
She collaborated on Riff Raff's song Hit Me Up in 2017.
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I skip my dinner, I paint my face
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He picks me up, we stay up late
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I close the door, I've lost my way
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So I drown myself in pain
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The food, the clothes, the boys, my drugs
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I use it all to dry up the flood
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I feel so unloved
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I search for a high, a way to get by
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I'm never enough so I act like I'm tough
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I weigh myself, I stuff my face
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I'm half alive, I'm so ashamed
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I kiss him once, I feel nothing
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The food, the clothes, the boys, my drugs
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I push it down, I lock it up
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I use it all to dry up the flood
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I use it all to dry up the flood
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My legs are too thick and then they're too small
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I'??m everything I hate and then I'm nothing at all
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I want him to see me, I want him to stay
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But if he says he wants me I will push him away
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I skip my dinner, I paint my face
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He picks me up, we stay up late
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I close the door, I've lost my way
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So I drown myself in pain
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The food, the clothes, the boys, my drugs
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I push it down, I lock it up
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So many ways to waste my time
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I use it all to dry up the flood
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It's only 'cos I wanna feel loved
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I feel so unloved
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I search for a high, a way to get by
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They'll judge no matter what so I don't really mind
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I'm never enough so I act like I'm tough
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But on the inside, I just wanna cry
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I weigh myself, I stuff my face
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I'm half alive, I'm so ashamed
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I kiss him once, I feel nothing
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So I do it all again
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The food, the clothes, the boys, my drugs
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I push it down, I lock it up
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So many ways to waste my time
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I use it all to dry up the flood
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It's only 'cos I wanna feel loved
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I feel so unloved
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They judge me like we're not the same
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At least I know, I'??m in this game
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We run, we hide, we feel, we cry
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You can't deny, you feel the pain
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Distractions won't take it away
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The food, the clothes, the boys, my drugs
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I push it down, I lock it up
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So many ways to waste my time
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I use it all to dry up the flood
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It's only 'cos I wanna feel loved
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I feel so unloved
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