You reach out your hand,
And I take it as planned...

There's this boy
Whose name I won't say...

Whoever invented lies
I'd like to yell at them...

Just
Sitting...

Is it true?
What they say...

What's wrong with me?
Am I not good enough for you...

You say I'm part of your little "clique"
But sometimes it doesn't seem like it...

As I sit here
And stare off into space...

You hold out your heart
ripped from your chest...

There's one sparkle left,
on my cheek...

This life
Never seems to go right...

A rose blooms, unbelievably beautiful
Right before my eyes...