She has another date
I'll have to crash the gate
To see the celebration
Although I'm out of school
I all ways hoped and prayed
I'd get her invitation
Tonight's the night I'm going to crash the prom
Find that girl I lost see what she's running from
With anger in my pocket and sungla**es on
Tonight I'm going to crash the prom
I see her standing there
She holds another hand
I need an explanation
The sweet soul music plays
I dream she still loves me
In my imagination
I see those high school boys
In their rented suits
The night they've waited for
Don't the look so cute?
The picture is very clear
I am so juvenile
I live by my emotions
What am I doing here?
I'm only standing out
Because I was not chosen