Theres not much more going on today.
Im really bored and its getting late
What happened to my saturday
Mondays coming, the day i hate
I'll sit on my bad alone staring at the phone
He wasnt what i wanted
What i thought no
He wouldnt even open up the door
He never made me feel like i was special
He isnt really what im looking for
This is when i start to bite my nails
And clean my room when all else fails
I think its time for me to bail
This point of view is getting stale
Uh ah uh ah uh ah uh ah
Na na na na na
We've all got choices
Na na na na na
We've all got voices
Na na na na na
Stand up and make some noise
Na na na na na
Stand up and make some noise
Like i was special
Cos i was special
Paz Mart 22, 2009 10:42 am