The clock strikes 12 Just another day Another day spent all by myself I've got it all figured out I shouldn't ask to be any less or any more Just to
I'm trying to forget who I was All the things I did and said I'll have nothing more to do with them So pack your bags, turn out the lights And run away
end? I only wanted you to see. Maybe its not me, maybe its the way you pretend to know everything. Thats just what you wanted me to think from the start
Lets take it back to english class. Some february morning that I spent dreaming on my desk. Forget the ranks, so what if I'm a scrub and your a dame?
