Sangtekst: Avril Lavigne. Under My Skin. He Wasn't.

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, ate

Sit on the bed alone
Staring 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 for

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, ale

Sit on the bed alone
Staring 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 for

We've all got choices
We've all got voices
Stand up, make some noise
Stand up, make some noise

Sit on the bed alone
Staring 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 for

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
Like I was special, 'cause I was special