Whenever I talk to you you look away,
   I'm not important enough for you,
   You don't even know I'm here,
   Your only looking for a selected few,
   If you come asking for me,
   I will be there for you.
   When I get home from school I eat,
   Mom asks how was your day,
   After I take the shoes off my feet,
   I reply it started to be good at three,
   Good At Three,
   Home At Three,
  
   She would rather be, cutting grass with scissors,
   Then hanging out with me she's too good for me,
   She would rather be counting the grains of sand at the beach,
   Then wasting her time with me she's too good for me.
   The closest I get to her is in my dreams,
   And in those I get rejected she's too good for me,
   Me and her are obviously not meant to be,
   She's too good for me, she's too good for me.