R.J. JohnsonB. Lee

Things seemed so nice for the first few weeks

Didn't care - she didn't notice me

Then I asked her does she wanna hang out

Get something to eat

She said I'm just another guy with high hopes

A real sorry sight

I'm also half her height

I'm just another guy in the crowd

She laughed at me

I died

I wrote her a song, took me a real long time

To get everything to rhyme

Read in a magazine girls like it best

When you're honest with them

She said the song sucked big time

I'm a talentless clown

She doesn't want me around

She said the final goodbye

A punch in my eye

I died, I died