Hey you, sitting all alone. I want to see you having fun.
Thinking about everything that's gone wrong, you might as well "jump off"--or run.
I've heard all about you, you're living all inside yourself.
Did you know that if you don't grow, you're going to wind up getting old?
Nothing means a thing to you. You do what you want--and I mean it, too.
Don't worry about the things they say, because it all reflects on them.
Remember, now that we're all alone, their little words don't mean a thing.
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