I don\'t want to write essays, I don\'t want to do this shit.
I wonder what you\'re up to, I wonder if you\'re in bed with another girl.
My professor is a pervert, I observe him flirting with the pretty girls.
I\'m jealous again.
I\'m not paying attention, I\'m just thinking of ways to kill myself.
Why am I so lonely here, I thought this would get me out of my shell.
I see the college boys flirt with the college girls.
And I sit and watch from across the cafe, alone at the table.
I\'m not emotionally stable.
I\'m out of here.