(Don't mind this, crappy stuff I had waste time writing down anyways) I'll just sit back and twiddle my thumbs, Pretend that I don't feel. Carry on this conversation and act like it aint real. There's no reason to worry, No reason to care, No way I'll put myself out there, Out on the line, on the limb, No, I won't go there. I'll continue to nod, Continue to smile, Continue to hope And count on the mile; Hope you don't forget me when she's near. I'll just sit back here and twiddle my thumbs, Pretending that I don't feel. No reason to hold on to things that never were mine, And I guess that's the bottom line.