There was one day, two or three
Back when you were after me
That I liked youI asked you out and you said yes
Never did I second guess
My mistake...
But you heard some things you didn't like
Gave me some immature nicknames
I ignored thatI called your house, your dad picked up
Guess he expected conversation
Cuz he hates me
You were always mad, but I kept my cool
We would meet after school
But I know now
That it's better off the less we talk
Pretend we're strangers when we walk
Right on by
Now your friends I don't even know
Give me glares with evil glows
How suspicious
To you party, should I go?
I still wanna be your friend even though
You hate my guts
Now it seems you want me dead
Though your jealousies are in your head
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