But my words are choked up; wish I had spoke up.
Because I'm tongue-tied; can't find the words to say that I love you.
There's a million other girls who do it just like you--looking as innocent as possible to get what they want.
I'm hating what she's wearing; everybody here keeps staring.
I'm in the business of misery; let's take it from the top.
Save me from the nothing I've become.
I'm terrified just to talk to you.
Don't they know it's never gonna work?
If everybody was warped, I would be normal. Even if you cry, do you think anybody will help you?