It seems everyone my age is finding love,

but not me,

never me,

never enough.

And it seems each of my friends are finding someone to hold,

but not me,

never me,

I'm left cold.

So I zip up my pretty dress,

and put on a pretty smile,

but God knows they haven't seen anything genuine in quite a while.

I don't got a boy and I push my friends away,

and I have no-one to blame,

when I'm stuck with my broken, bitter, self at the end of the day.