I'll never forget the way you made me feel
You made me feel like this was real...

I'm sick of this
My eyes are dry...

I get off my bus
Run home in tears...

I don't understand
What did I do...

Kids like to tease
But they have went to far...

Is there something wrong
When all you do is cry...

How can you say your love is true
After all the pain you put me threw...

Staring at the broken glass
Thinking of my broken past...

Just another name in the year book
As I flip through these pages...

People say I'm weird
They say that I'm punk...

I look upon my wrist
Right where the scar exists...

I'm sick of the way the kids talk now of days.
Like there lives are so bad..because you know...