I Want To Be Played On The

Face Tomorrow Tomorrow's Not Yesterday

People Are Like, 'well, She Doesn't Know The Sex Pistols.' Why Would I Know That Stuff? Look How Young I Am. That Stuff's Old, Right?

Let The Rain Falling On Your Face Run Into Your Eyes. Can You See The Rainbow Now Through The Stormy Skies?

She Wants To Go Home, But Nobody's Home. That's Why She Lies, Broken Inside. With No Place To Go, No Place To Go, To Dry Her Eyes, Broken Inside.

You Were Everything, Everything That I Wanted. We Were Meant To Be, Supposed To Be, But We Lost It. And All Of The Memories, So Close To Me, Just Fade Away. All This Time You Were Pretending. So Much For My Happy Ending.