Mar 01, 2006 19:04
There's not much going on today.
I'm really bored, it's getting late.
What happened to my Saturday?
Monday's coming, the day I hate.
Sit on the bed alone, staring at the phone.
She wasn't what I wanted, what I thought, no.
She wouldn't even open up the door.
She never made me feel like I was special.
She isn't really what I'm looking for.
This is when I start to bite my nails.
And clean my room when all else fails.
I think it's time for me to bail.
This point of view is getting stale.
Sit on the bed alone, staring at the phone.
She wasn't what I wanted, what I thought, no.
She wouldn't even open up the door.
She never made me feel like I was special.
She isn't really what I'm looking for.
Na na na na na, we've all got choices.
Na na na na, we've all got voices.
Na na na na na, stand up make some noise.
Na na na na, stand up make some noise.
Sit on the bed alone, staring at the phone.
She wasn't what I wanted, what I thought, no.
She wouldn't even open up the door.
She never made me feel like I was special.
She isn't really what I'm looking for.
She wasn't what I wanted, what I thought, no.
She wouldn't even open up the door.
She never made me feel like I was special.
Like I was special, cuz I'm special.
Na na na na na.