text: Princess in a school girls dream
  May I please speak with you?
  Im having troubles with control
  And its all because of you
  Today I kept on falling down
  I thought it was the street
  So I look down at my shoes
  They were on the wrong feet
  And I find it hard to be myself
  And I do not think that its my health
  Youre the one I wish I had
  And now my girlfriend is getting mad
  Today as I was walking down
  You bumped into me
  You said, Excuse me, and walked away
  As I dropped to my knees
  I prayed to the being in the sky
  That my parents told me of
  I asked about you, but no reply
  No clues about your love
  And I find it hard to be myself
  And I do not think that its my health
  My girlfriend left me on the phone
  Im pathetically left here alone
  Can we find a way
  So that you can stay?
  I think Im gonna pop
  And I find it hard to be myself
  And I do not think that its my health
  Youre the one I wish I had
  And now my girlfriend is getting mad
  Can we find a way
  So that you can stay?
  I think Im gonna pop