You are a high school football star- I'm just the girl on the bleachers watching you play- I see you riding with your friend in his awesome new car- You looked at me and didn't wave. I felt so broken, but too brave to cry- I thought you liked me, but I wonder why?
I'm the girl with friends, but none of them you think is cool- your the guy who all the girls fight over- I see you all the time at school- with a girls arm on your shoulder.
It's so easy to see that you were not made to be with me- I wanted to believe it won't true- but the more I think of myself I know I won't ever be good enough for you