| I’m nearing the end of my fourth year
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| I feel like I’ve been lacking, crying too many tears
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| Everyone seemed to say it was so great
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| But did I miss out? |
| Was it a huge mistake?
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| I can’t help the fact I like to be alone
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| It might sound kinda sad, but that’s just what I seem to know
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| I tend to handle things usually by myself
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| And I can’t ever seem to try and ask for help
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| I’m sitting here, crying in my prom dress
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| I’d be the prom queen if crying was a contest
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| Make-up is running down, feelings are all around
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| How did I get here? |
| I need to know
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| I guess I maybe had a couple expectations
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| Thought I’d get to them, but no, I didn’t
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| I guess I thought that prom was gonna be fun
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| But now I’m sitting on the floor and all I wanna do is run
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| I keep collections of masks upon my wall
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| To try and stop myself from revealing it all
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| Affecting others is the last thing I would do
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| I keep to myself though I want to break through
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| I hold so many small regrets
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| And what-ifs down inside my head
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| Some confidence, it couldn’t hurt me
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| My demeanor is often misread
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| I’m sitting here, crying in my prom dress
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| I’d be the prom queen if crying was a contest
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| Make-up is running down, feelings are all around
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| How did I get here? |
| I need to know
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| I guess I maybe had a couple expectations
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| Thought I’d get to them, but no, I didn’t
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| I guess I thought that prom was gonna be fun
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| But now I’m sitting on the floor and all I wanna do is run
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| All I wanna do is run
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| All I wanna do is run
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| All I wanna do is run
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| I’m sitting here, crying in my prom dress
|
| I’d be the prom queen if crying was a contest
|
| Make-up is running down, feelings are all around
|
| How did I get here? |
| I need to know
|
| I guess I maybe had a couple expectations
|
| Thought I’d get to them, but no, I didn’t
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| I guess I thought that prom was gonna be fun
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| But now I’m sitting on the floor and all I wanna do is run
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| All I wanna do is run |