I'm sleepin on the floor Shes Miss America and I'm just the girl next door Oh an I'm just the girl next door I don't know why I'm feelin sorry for myself
I've been calling and calling for you But you answer and I shut my mouth I've been searching and for you, but myself I don't want to be found. You say
s overrated, living this way She took her hair down, left her sweater on the floor She?s not a nice girl anymore She says I won?t apologize Stand up girls
City lights shine down upon the place that I call home Surrounded by a million but I feel like I?m alone And I might be a nobody to you But if I?m playing
In the company of strangers I am less than fine I am turning into wallpaper before your eyes Somehow I always end up on the wrong side of this fight
rush the door I got too many reasons, save your whys and what fors This is twice inna lifetime so I'm lettin' you know Black star, Wordsworth, Punchline and Jane
I'm sayin? (True, true, true...) Cuz everything gotta go up from here, right? So Hi-Tek, turn it up a notch... [Jane Doe] Hail Mary, 'matta fact hail Jane
it had already started I had some food with me from Boston Market Save for after Mary Jane because I already sparked it Then we parked the car, as I opened the door