People say they wonder why
I talk to the same girl all the time.
No one likes her, and if I was honest,
Neither do I.
When I walk in to class every morning,
I want some one to talk to,
But all who's there is her and her friend.
And it'll be kinda awkward not to.
It's not my fault
That I have to sit with her in class.
I smile and nod, as she talks on,
But I'm wondering why this is fate.
She's really loud and annoying,
Though we have so much in common,
Everyone pretends to like her,
She doesn't know how much she's hated.
She's a three year old,
Every single day,
Doesn't know how to say her words
And only speaks if it's blocking her way.
I don't understand,
Why am I the unlucky one?
Being forced to sit and talk to this girl.
Well, maybe I'll learn something.
Maybe I'll learn something.
