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