What could I say? It was the day
When I first met with you in eleventh grade.
Then I thought I knew,
I wasn't good enough for you.
I still need you,
What can I do to get you in my arms,
Am I doing something wrong?
But now I see it's not just me
That makes you and I not a reality.
What do you see in him?
This is a game that I can't win.
You told me to act my age, I only did it 'cause I was afraid,
Of losing yet another friend, I guess you knew I'd never comprehend
