I had a dream last night, where I woke up too late.
And everything I loved, I began to hate.
I know I sound repetitive, cause I’m repeating myself,
And I’m competitive, I want you all by yourself.
And that alone is just the problem,
I’ve got these woes, and I just can’t solve them.
If I could gather up the nerve, I’d put my feelings into words,
And if I weren’t so young, or stupid, or restless,
I might be able to just soon forget this.
Just forget this.
