I’m somewhat rude and sometimes mean
I do something bad and I don’t always come clean
I have been hurt and I’ve been misunderstood
I’ve been made to keep hidden behind a hood
Maybe if my low self esteem hadn’t forced me to
I would have done things no one would
I'm the kind of person who fell for a geek
I’m the kind of person who couldn’t admit it because she was too weak
I often have a problem admitting my true feelings
You’ll always find, in my words, a hidden meaning
It’s hard to explain but I think you’ll get it
When I say I'm both Egotistic and introverted
But hell I know that’s what makes me fantastic
How many of us haven’t wished we hadn’t done something?
Cried over and again when we knew it was too late to do anything
How many of us always admit our true feelings?
How many of us are kind without reason?
How many of us haven’t tried without treason?
Thinking about suicide because he broke up with you for no reason
All this talk is utter nonsense
It happens and you really do move on
Because what’s gone…well…it’s gone
