Reality

I'm the kind of chick
Boys pay no attention to
The kind of girl
Stuck all day at home alone
Wishing she were out
On prom night

I must admit
It bothers me
Reality
Every other girl
Has a chance to love
But instead they
Take it for granted

I cry at night
All my love is bottled up
Waiting on the perfect guy
But they all pass me by
And so I guess I'll have to wait
Just a little more