There's not much going on today
I'm really bored, it's getting late
What happened to my Saturday?
Monday's coming, the day I hate, -ateI'll sit on the bed alone
Staring at the phoneHe wasn't what I wanted, what I thought, no
He wouldn't even open up the door
He never made me feel like I was special
He isn't really what I'm looking forThis is when I start to bite my nails
And clean my room when all else fails
I think it's time for me to bail (time to bail)
This point of view is getting stale, -aleI'll sit on the bed alone
Staring at the phoneHe wasn't what I wanted, what I thought, no
He wouldn't even open up the door
He never made me feel like I was special
He isn't really what I'm looking forUh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh
Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uhNa na na na na – we've all got choices
Na na na na – we've all got voices
Na na na na na – stand up, make some noise
Na na na na – stand up, make some noiseI'll sit on the bed alone
Staring at the phoneHe wasn't what I wanted, what I thought, no
He wouldn't even open up the door
He never made me feel like I was special
He isn't really what I'm looking forHe wasn't what I wanted, what I thought, no
He wouldn't even open up the door
He never made me feel like I was special
Like I was special
'Cause I was specialUh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh
Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh
Na na na na na
Composição: Avril Lavigne / Chantal Kreviazuk.
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