There's not much going on today. I'm really bored, it's late. What happened to my Saturday? Monday's coming, the day I hate.
Sit on the bed alone, at the phone. He wasn't what I wanted, what I thought, no. He wouldn't even open up the door. He never made me feel like I was special. He isn't really what I'm looking for.
This is I start to bite my nails. And clean room when all else fails. I think it's time for me to bail. This point of view is getting stale.
Sit the bed alone, staring at the phone. He wasn't what I wanted, what I thought, no. He wouldn't even open up the door. He never made me feel like I was special. He isn't really what I'm for.
Na na na na na, we've all got choices. Na na na na, we've all got voices. Na na na na na, stand up make some noise. Na na na na, up make some noise.
on the bed alone, staring at the phone. He wasn't what I wanted, what I thought, no. He wouldn't even open up the door. He never made me feel like I was special. isn't really what I'm looking for. He wasn't what I wanted, what I thought, no. He wouldn't even open up the door. He never made me feel like I was special. Like I was special, cuz I special.