sometimes i just imagine when the rain falls, and i lay in my room
i wonder if i'm on your mind as well
probably not, but i can dream right?
you're out there loving someone else
and i'm sat left to wonder where I went wrong.
maybe its me
the way i look, sound, carry myself
I just wish I knew the truth
I need to stop believing the lies and rumors because that's what is getting me hurt
I need to act like I don't care
maybe it my personality
maybe i'm too loud & obnoxious for you
I hate that they all drilled the idea of you liking me back into my brain
as if that would ever work
