How come we all fall for someone we know we will never have a chance of getting? How come it always seems that way? How come it hurts so bad to talk to them… to look them in the eye? How come… how come?

How come, worst of all, we never have a chance? How come it's always no? How come we're never good enough? Is it the way we look… the way we talk… the way we act? I can change how I look; the way I talk; the way I act! I'll change it all for him; I'd change anything for him… I'd do anything for him. I'd die for him; I'd give my very life for him. How come… how come?

How come we know every curve, every line, everything about them… yet, know nothing that they don't want us to know? How come… how come?

How come I'll change it all for him? How come I'm willing to do anything for him? How come I would die for him? How come… how come?

How come I want to be with him after all he's done to me? All the things he's said? How come… how come?

How come they never notice us? How come they don't want just us, the plain, ordinary girls? How come it's always the preps that get asked out? How come it's the girl with the big boobs? How come it's not the ones that would do anything for them? What did we ever do to them? How come they never want us? How come… how come?

How come they're the first ones we look for in a room or down a hall? How come, if they're not there, it's no fun? How come… how come?

How can we love them if they don't love us back? How can we like them if they don't like us back? How can we be friends with or without the benefits? More or less, how can we be friends if one loves the other and the other doesn't love one back? How come… how come?

How come we all fall for someone we know we will never have a chance of having? How come it never seems that we will? How come we want to talk to them (look them in the eye), even though it hurts? How come we love them? Plain out… how can we love them? How come… how come?

How can we love you, or what can we do, when our hearts are simply set on you?