I sit here bewildered at how it is you do this to me Its like.. a broken window, the glass shattered on the street Instead of picking up the pieces, everyone just walks around Leaving me helpless, scattered on the ground So many times your the content of my daydreams When I know I shouldn't even picture you with me Because theres this minor detail i seem to keep forgetting The part where you and I can't and won't ever be I guess you could say we're kind of like those movies Your Mr.Popular, and I'm the friend that you dont ever see Except, I don't think I'm going to end up with a happy ending So I guess I should probably just stop pretending So I guess I'll have to stay being the shard of glass on the ground From the broken window everyone just walks around