You reach out your hand,
And I take it as planned...
What's wrong with me?
Am I not good enough for you...
As I sit here
And stare off into space...
Whoever invented lies
I'd like to yell at them...
Just
Sitting...
Is it true?
What they say...
There's this boy
Whose name I won't say...
You say I'm part of your little "clique"
But sometimes it doesn't seem like it...
How do those girls do it?
Get any guy they want...
I'm trying
To make things the way they were...
There's one sparkle left,
on my cheek...