alla utom jag.

I stand in the corner
Thinking over what to do
What I'm to do
Should I go home still sober
Or should I buy me another glass of wine
And forget about time?

But my jeans are too tight
Don't really feel like dancing
No this light is too bright
Don't really feel like shining
No this room is too small
Rather stand against the wall
And hope that no one sees me

When everybody's dancing
I don't want to
When everybody's joking
I don't want to
When everybody's laughing
I don't want to
Everybody but me

When everybody's drinking
I don't want to
When everybody's smoking
I don't need more
When everybody's fooling
I don't want to
Everybody but me

I get the creeps
from all the people in here
I cannot breathe
It's too crowded in here
Don't look at me
I don't wanna be seen
Touched, heard, bothered
By the fellas
Who got that look in their eye
They wanna take me home
Without knowing my name
They wanna put it on
But do they not know
That I'm not like the others

Varför kan det inte vara lika lätt för mej som för alla andra? Jag är ganska trött på det här nu!

li.