There's not much going on today
I'm really bored, it's getting late
What happened to my Saturday?
Monday's coming, the day I hate.
I'll sit on my bed alone
Starind at the phone
He wasn't what I wanted, what I thought, no
He wouldn't even open up the door
He never made me feel like I was special
He isn't really what I'm looking fot
This is when I start to bite my nails
And clean my room when all else fails
I think it's time for me to bail
This point of view is getting stale

Like I was special, 'cause I was special...

(He wasn't - Avril Lavigne)