Letras
Alright, another thing they do is the old cop trick
They'll get you alone and they'll tell you I confessed
But don't believe them. They'll never confess, okay?
Well, I'm going to. I can't keep lying
Why not?
What is this, some kind of game to you? You already got me
To cheat and to lie to my parents and to Mr. Rosso, I mean
I know, but why stop now? We're almost home free
You know, when I was in sixth grade, they told us when we got to
Junior high, we'd be in either track one, track two, or track three
Track one's the smart kids, track two's the
Normal kids, track three's the dumb kids
And what do you think I got?
How do you think it feels to be told
You're dumb when you're eleven years old?
You are not dumb
I just wanted to prove them wrong, just once
Look, don't blame Lindsay, it's not her fault, it's mine
She was just trying to help me, nobody else ever does
I mean, where are you supposed to go from there?