On the fridge, there's a card this girl wrote
To my roommates thanking them for
Coming to her birthday party
I'm sad, I wish that I had friends like that
Someone to play Frisbee on most days
Someone take me to the MOA
Shakira baby, I wish you cared about me
I wish you knew how I feel
I wish you knew I was real
I wish a person like you
Would like a person like me
It's the reason I hide, always aside
Afraid that nobody will think I'm special
Write me letters, ink on paper
I'm so mixed up I could cry
What's your secret? I can keep it
I can keep it 'til I die
I'm not happy, I'm just worried
Things don't ever turn out right
Won't you help me, write me letters?
Write me letters in the sky, whoa, yeah!
Recently, I got paid to scan my brain
And paid to answer personal questions
Like, "Do I think I am a worthless person?"
I talk too much, you know I told 'em everything
I told them that I'd like to disappear
I told them that I have nobody here
I know that's not what I was taught (ah-ah-ah-ah)
I hope that someday it's not something (ah-ah-ah-ah) that I want
As for the moment I just want to be (ahh) absent
Write me letters, ink on paper
I'm so mixed up I could cry
What's your secret? I can keep it
I can keep it 'til I die, hey
I'm not happy, I'm just worried
Things don't ever turn out right
Won't you help me, write me letters?
Write me letters in the sky
Oh, watch it all go by
Having no fun, having no fun
Watch it all go, watch it all go by
Having no fun
I'm having no fun
I'm having no fun