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I've got a question for you that was posed by my friends They want to know why you stood me up again And it hurts so bad when you break plans with me Like the time I bought tickets to Rilo Kiley And you didn't show up and I was there all alone How is it you can't see me romantically Is it because I'm so god damned ugly That you gasp and you puke at the sight of my face But you go home to him and he smacks you around And you cry on my shoulder 'cause you are all alone Do your worst to me Now I'm used to it In a suicide note, that I wrote to my mom I told her that everything, yes, everything was her fault And it hurt her so bad 'cause she felt that she failed But she didn't because I did this to myself 'Cause I couldn't grow up here; I was stuck all alone Do your worst to me Now I'm used to it You didn't show up and I was there all alone Do your worst to me Now I'm used to it From Letras Mania