I'm nearing the end of my fourth year...
I feel like I've been lacking, crying too many tears.
Everyone seemed to say it was so great. But did I miss out? Was it a huge mistake?
I can't help the fact I like to be alone...
It might sound kinda sad, but that's just what I seem to know...
I tend to handle things usually by myself. And I can't ever seem to try and ask for help...
I'm sitting here, crying in my prom dress. I'd be the prom queen if crying was a contest.
Makeup is running down, feelings all around.
How did I get here? I need to know!~
I guess I maybe had a couple expectations. Thought I'd get to them? But no I didn't~
I guess I thought that prom was gonna be fun, but now I'm sitting on the floor and all I wanna do is run.
I keep collections of masks upon my wall. To try and stop myself from revealing it all.
Affecting others is the last thing I would do~ I keep to myself, though I want to break through...
I hold so many small regrets...
And what-ifs down inside my head...~
Some confidence: it couldn't hurt me...
My demeanor is often misread...
I'm sitting here, crying in my prom dress. I'd be the prom queen if crying was a contest. Makeup is falling down, feelings are all around. How did I get here? I need to know!~
I guess I maybe had a couple expectations. Thought I'd get to them? But no I didn't~
I guess I thought that prom was gonna be fun.
But now I'm sitting on the floor and all I wanna do is run... All I wanna do is run~ All I wanna do is run... All I wanna do is run.
I'm sitting here, crying in my prom dress. I'd be the prom queen if crying was a contest. Makeup is running down, feelings are all around. How did I get here? I need to know!!~ I guess I maybe had a couple expectations. Thought I'd get to them... but no I didn't... I guess I thought that prom was gonna be fun...
...
But now I'm sitting on the floor and all I wanna do is run... All I wanna do is run...
(Cmon... I had to, it was right there...)