You're not convinced that I hate you
You're not incensed that I thought it was you
Who let it send from my last few
With seven scripts that I stole from you
High or low, I'm the last to know
About why
'Cause I seem to mold to a different role
To soon
I never knew that I get to
A single day when I sing to prove
I'll stand up with my new shoes
And walk away so I'll be kind to be cruel
High or low (last to know)
Why
But I seem to mold
To soon
High or low (last to know)
Why
But I seem to mold
To soon
