Sit on the bed alone, staring at the phone
He wasn’t what I wanted, what I thought,no
He wouldn’t even open up the door
He never made me feel like I was special
He isn’t really what I’m looking for

This is where I start to bite my nails
And clean my room when all else fails
I think it’s time for me to bail
This point of view is getting stale

sit on the bed alone, staring at the phone
He wasn’t what I wanted, what I thought,no
He wouldn’t even open up the door
He never made me feel like I was special
He isn’t reallt what I’m looking for

Na na na na na, we’ve all got choices
Na na na na, we’ve all got voices
Na na na na na, stand up make some noise
Na na na na, stand up make some noise