He's act like he's seen a ghost
Then he turns his head away to talk to his friends
Where do I go from here?
It's tough to give up what keeps you going
It's tough to face the facts you weren't his exact type
Hell, I want you
Hell, I love you
Hell, I can be there for you more than anyone else
So you come and tell me Im not good enough
You better think twice
I wish you never did say that
Got me thinking all night
Got me mad through my vains
Got me crying tears over here
Im not blonde, im not a red head, im not a star ok
Im just me, isnt that all you need?
This drama is tough
Am I able to get through?
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