Sitting In a corner, Crying in the dark
Every time i think of you, It brakes my heart...

I looked at him for the first time, and not...
I now sit at home only thinking about him...

My thoughts, my dreams
I never thought they would come true...

I
Let's play La Migra...

I still miss you...
But not like I did before...

Sometimes I cry my self to sleep
And ask myself why am I such a freak...

You leaned over and you kissed me
I felt my knees go weak...