I wish I knew you back in seventh grade
'Cos back then I wouldn't have been so afraid to ask
If you'd like to come out and play
And back then I wouldn't have been so god damn ashamed
Of how I looked
I'm crying in the shower again
'Cos that girl doesn't really wanna be my friend
And I'm tired
Of running into all these dead ends
Thinking about her on all of my weekends
Maybe that's just me accepting the truth
That I'll never be in love 'cos I'll never feel good enough
For any one of them
And I'll never be content
It's like a never ending cycle of downfall and descent
But what is enough
Is there something I'm deprived of
And yeah I can act tough and all but feel like I'm in handcuffs
And that's rough
Feeling like all of the above
When the answers all involve a touch of feeling lack of love