When I was five, I didn't want to go to school,
I was scared; I wanted to hide under my bed...

Annoyed, troubled and quite irate,
It's all hopeless, and not merely bound to this...

Okay, I am a little neurotic,
My yen for cleanliness is somewhat exotic...

I lay in my bed, as I have for forty days,
Listening, listening...but always in a daze...

Into the night, we must fight, we are not sure...
Battle on, until the enemy is gone, with a...

Thoughts of you are like some great, euphoric...
Intoxicating, stimulating, titillating...

I have played this game since I was fifteen,
Hating my fat, and not wanting to be seen...

You have continued your straightforward course,
Into the recesses of my inimical, cold heart...

The shadow has taken over for so long,
I am so tired of him wooing me with his desparity...

Your support,
Is so very appreciated...

1st Verse:
I'm not thinking about you, and I don't care...

The dialogue was something more like a cruel...
My mind was not right when I rattled off a series...