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There is not much going on today

I'm really bored, it's getting late

What happened to my saturday?

Monday's coming, the day I hate



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 thing 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 really 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



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

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

Like I was special, cuz I was special



Na na na na na