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.
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. He isn't really what I'm looking for.
This is when I start to bite nails. And clean my room when all else fails. I think it's time for me bail. This point of view is getting stale.
Sit on the bed alone, staring at the phone. 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 all got Na na na na, we've all got voices. Na na na na na, stand up make some noise. Na na na stand up make some noise.
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. 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 cuz I was special.