There's not much going on today. I'm 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 thought, no. He wouldn't even open up the door. He made me feel like I was special. He isn't really what I'm looking for.
This is when I start to bite my nails. And clean my room when all else I think it's time for me to bail. This point of view is getting stale.
Sit on the bed alone, staring at the phone. He wasn't what I wanted, what 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.
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 made me feel like 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 even open up the door. He never made me feel like I was special. Like I was special, cuz I was