I'm Gonna write a sad song, I'm gonna make it really long, so that everyone can see, that I'm very unhappy girl.

I wish I wasn't always wrong, I wish it wasn't always my fault, but the finger which pointed, has knocked me on my knees, so I guess whats only left is.

I'm sorry its not like me, its maturity that I'm lacking, so don't, don't let me go, just let me know, that to grow up and go slow.

All the rules were bent to bend and you swore you were my friend, now I have to start all over again.