ya so i don't know what's happening anymore
i feel like the old favourite toy now broken on the floor
i'm sorry for everything i could have done to get you angry
i guess i sort of freaked you out in some ways and now i'm not happy
in the future i'll censor my ideas
and not tell you all the stuff that makes you think i'm crazy
it's gotten to a point where you don't even look me in the eye
i hope it doesn't get to a point where it hurts so much that i'd want to cry
i'm not the gq model on the front of the magazine
and if that's what you're looking for then i'll never fit the dream
i'd do anything for you to think of me more
but i've been so depressed lately i'm nothing but a bore
please give me just one more chance
can we go together to the prom dance?
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