He didnt stand out. he walked through the croud like everyone else. i could never seem to find him in a room of people. but when i did see him...my heart fluttered, i got all tingly, and a smile instantly appeared |
SHE'S MAD AT HERSELF; |
And she's the cliche of a teenage tragedy, |
In the end, I'm just a girl on a sleeping bag |
You're screaming at the air, |
I have no place in my heart for a boy like you. I shouldn't be dwelling over all of your words. Or, over-analyzing your final goodbye. I shouldn't wonder if you're hurt, too. |
Too many of us stay walled, |
The world is full of misunderstood people. |
Her dreams were so high, |
Friend: I feel bad for you. |