You mumble, under your breath.

You're awkward, you can't take another step.

You try to breathe,

They never heed; Your words.

Unspoken, if they reject you it makes matters worse.

They stay in knit groups.

Never let one in or one loose.

If you're not in a group.

You go tie a noose.

Because you know it's no use.

Groups, everywhere.

Girls only worry about boys, and then their hair.

They've got it all, how is it fair?

They throw their lives away, without a care.

How, is it fair?

'Cause everything about them is perfect, every last hair.

How... Is it fair...?