All the little white houses look the same
From inside and from out
They r friken freakin me out
All the little children count 1-2-3
You noe what
Im sick of all this -
I don’t understand what’s wrong with u
What’s wrong with me?
What’s wrong with us being happy?
Eventually I’ll see u again

I'm sad and lonely crying slowly
Wondering if ill ever really see you again
I’m wondering if ill ever even want to see you again

All the people here look the same
All the people here are the same
All the people here count 1 2 3

I don’t know how I dealt with this
I can’t no more
I’m going to run away

Run away to get away
Run away to be away
The kind of away were you stay away
So let me go
Let me be alone
Its not like you want to be with me