How did I fall for Harry Styles?

Why is my life so fucked?

As I sauntered off stage, an angry looking Harry approached me.

'you bitch! How dare you be horrible to Beth!?' erm ouch.

'really! She wrecked everything. She's not all that Harry! I screeched suddenly becoming unaware of my surroundings. He told me to get on stage and apologise. Fat chance curly. I walked on stage and the crowd started yelling ENCORE ENCORE. I smirked and thought of some songs I'd written in the past. They just didn't fit for this kinda feeling. And there was NO way I was gunna sing some artists song. Hmmmmm, well Harry wanted me at some point and now thinks I'm a bitch. What can I get out of this. Aha! Perf! Imma wing this.

'thank you! This next one is called Do You Want Me Or Do You Want Me Dead?' [a/n again please look carefully at the lyrics so you can see what Tanya is thinking. Like really get into her head]

I let it ride on a bad bet

I doubled down on a sinking ship

I need a second to catch my breath

Do you want me

Or do you want me dead?

Oh, give it up for at least a second

I'm getting sick of your bullshit attitude

And how you walk around like you shine brighter

It's killing me

So what do you say?

Do you want me

Or do you want me dead?

I've got my hands up

(Yeah, oh)

I'm staring down the barrel of a loaded night

(Loaded night)

I've got my hands up

(Yeah, yeah)

So do you want me

Do you want me dead?

You're trigger-happy at harbor side

You're taking shots at the strangers passing

There's no such thing as a perfect crime

Don't play that

You've said it enough

'Cause you want me

Or you want me dead

I've got my hands up

(Yeah, oh)

I'm staring down the barrel of a loaded night

(Loaded night)

I've got my hands up

(Yeah, yeah)

So do you want me

Do you want me

Dead set on a getaway

I'm dead set on a getaway

I'm dead set on a getaway

I'm dead set on a getaway

I let it ride on a bad bet

I doubled down on a sinking ship

I've got my hands up

(Yeah, oh)

I'm staring down the barrel of a loaded night

(Loaded night)