I sit in my room
wondering when its going to be a full moon
maybe you will change
but that doesn't explain
how you could ruin
everything that Ive gone threw
they say i should be nice
but its like I'm standing on ice
i cant stop my mouth
from speaking out
what you make me think about
and it doesn't help that
I'm sneaking about
you'll never find out
what I'm really all about
