There's not much going on today
I'm really bored, it's getting late
What happened to my Saturday? (Saturday)
Monday's coming, the day I hate, hate
Sit on the bed alone (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 when I start to bite my nails
And clean my room when all else fails
I think it's time for me to bail (Time to bail)
This point of view is getting stale-ale
Sit on the bed alone (Bed alone)
Staring at the phone (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
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