You reach out your hand,
And I take it as planned...

There's this boy
Whose name I won't say...

Whoever invented lies
I'd like to yell at them...

Just
Sitting...

Is it true?
What they say...

What's wrong with me?
Am I not good enough for you...

You say I'm part of your little "clique"
But sometimes it doesn't seem like it...

As I sit here
And stare off into space...

This life
Never seems to go right...

There's one sparkle left,
on my cheek...

How do those girls do it?
Get any guy they want...

I'm trying
To make things the way they were...