You tell me i am rare
You tell me i am funny...
I know how u feel inside
thats what makes me want to hide...
There is a girl that sits next to me who makes me...
A pencil droops in one strong hand
The other clenches tight...
I want to tell you before i leave,
That you the only one for me...
He holds my heart in his hand
But he doesn't even know it...
She dreams of him
Though no one's there...
He said that I would be OK
that It wouldn\'t be so bad...
As we sit around the fire
my heart still has only one desire...
Wish upon a shooting star,
close your eyes, say a rhyme...
When i think of you,
I think about heaven, and all good things to come...
I Am Nothing,
Ill-fitting And Never-There...