Pity Party
This is a pity party
And no one is invited
For I've misery for company
And no wrapping paper to hide it
I'm almost twenty-one years old
And there's no excuse for this
But no one ever told me
That I'd grow up to feel like shit
And no one is invited
For I've misery for company
And no wrapping paper to hide it
I'm almost twenty-one years old
And there's no excuse for this
But no one ever told me
That I'd grow up to feel like shit