Looking at me,
with disgust in you eyes...

Our very first kiss,
I really do miss...

You feel yourself being pulled through each day...

I love when your around,
I love the way you sound...

Miss Independent, she yells and screams,
Its pretty crazy in my daydreams...

So if you look world and see what you get.
oh just try not to cry...

Climb high up that tree and look down on me just...

What the h*** is this s*** you put me thru
i don't want you here with me...

If only you knew
how I felt or how I worked...

I see you there,
all alone...

I feel a way,
that I can't explain...

Look into my eyes
and tell me what you see...