I like it when people feel bad for me 'cause it makes me feel alive (makes me feel alive)
As if there's something inside of me other people don't have inside of them
And I like it when she says she'll pray for me 'cause it makes me still believe (makes me still believe)
That there's still something, someone somewhere who still gives a damn about me
There's something about the way that her hair falls on her shoulders when she's wearing that dress
And she wakes up so early every morning tells herself that she's doin' her best
There's something about the way that her face looks when he is looking at her
Her eyes and her smile so subtly declare that she's tired of being with such a jerk
And she said
"All the actions I partake in are in a sense of innocence
And the way that you perceive me to be isn't what it really is
I'm talkin' 'bout the age of discernment seems to be lower than it should
'Cause by the time that I was seven I wanted to be anything but good"
Stop what you're doin'
And take a look around
I cried at the New Year
I cried when you left town
But wait just a minute
Did you hear what I said?
I said see ya later
But I never saw you again
There's something about the way that her hair falls on her shoulders when she's wearing that dress
And she wakes up so early every morning tells herself that she's doin' her best
There's something about the way that her face looks when he is looking at her
Her eyes and her smile so subtly declare that she's tired of being with such a jerk
There's something about the way that her face looked as she grabbed the last beer on the shelf
And she knew that she was too far gone but she just couldn't live with herself