What could I say? It was the day When I first met with you in eleventh grade. Then I thought I knew, I wasn't good enough for you. I still need you, What can I do to get you in my arms, Am I doing something wrong? But now I see it's not just me That makes you and I not a reality. What do you see in him? This is a game that I can't win. You told me to act my age, I only did it cuz I was afraid, Of losing yet another friend, I guess you knew I'd never comprehend