A boring night that I want to forget. Hoping to go out but, I'm lying in my bed. The night is getting old and here I am, Waiting to have fun with my fucked up friends.
It sucks. It sucks.
Six hours of waiting to finally go out. I become impatient, happens all the time. They're all out there, having some fun. Stuck inside a cube, don't want to think of.
It's how I spent my high school years, Worrying about all my fears. Not being popular, And not going out.
It's all inside of me, stuck in my brain. How much I hated to feel left out. And why I despise becoming something else And I can't ignore it.
It sucks. It sucks.
It's how I spent my high school years, Worrying about all my fears. Not being popular, And not going out.
It's how I spent my high school years, Worrying about all my fears. Not being popular, And not going out.