There's not much going on today
I'm really bored, it's getting late
What happened to my Saturday?
mondays coming the day I hate

He 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 for

And clean my room when all else fails
I think its time for me to bail
This point of view is getting stale

'Cause I was special

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