Homecoming is the biggest game
In this little towm...

Every year we get older
Not younger...

We are over before it started
I am not his type he says...

People always treat me like trash
When my friends treat me like trash...

Why did you leave?
Without saying goodbye...

Today just take a look around
At you and all of the people you know...

In class he looks at me
When I turn and look at him...

I have friends
But are they true friends...

Do you know how you make me feel?
I do not think so cause I can not tell you...

Do we still have justice?
Or is it just a word in our vocabulary...

Why I can not have him?
First he is taken...

I use to think it was a great place
Everyone was nice and polite...