I hate the way you dress.
I hate the way you walk...

December 8, 2005 was the happiest day of my life,
you asked me out and i said yes...

I wish it didn't hurt when you tell her you care.
I wish it didn't hurt when you tell her she is...

I'm sitting at lunch,
surrounded by food...

You asked how did my day go
I said I cried all day at school...

I don't know how you feel,
I cant say I understand...

I didn't do sh*t to you.
so why you gotta do this to me...

You tell me you love me
you say that you care...

Why is it that i can see you
but you cant see me...

Your lying to me
and i know it...

Will you go to my funeral?
i think it would be very nice...

It hurts me to see you love her
i feel like a piece of garbage...