Miss Independent, she yells and screams,
Its pretty crazy in my daydreams...

Dont look at me
me who has everything or nothing...

I love when your around,
I love the way you sound...

What the h*** is this s*** you put me thru
i don't want you here with me...

If only you knew
how I felt or how I worked...

I see you there,
all alone...

I feel a way,
that I can't explain...

Climb high up that tree and look down on me just...

So if you look world and see what you get.
oh just try not to cry...

Look into my eyes
and tell me what you see...

Looking at me,
with disgust in you eyes...

You feel yourself being pulled through each day...