I wake up to find that nothing has changed
My lifes the same, and apparently that's how it's gonna stay.
I sit on the bus ride to school, only to find, I'm a loser and I'm uncool.
They all call me gothic or emo, but I don't care, after all, what can they do? Just stare?
They drove me to the point where I'd kill myself, but instead I killed them with my smile.
It all meant nothing because I thought of you and I thought to myself I'd walk a million miles to see you my only one. You pull me through, it's all true.
