with habits you can't shake
biting your nails
the expressions on your face
some things you just can't take
lost in the school world
where there isn't any place
for a little lost child
You're so much like me.

but not the best you can be
you don't want to be here
you want to be free
as you sit in your seat
you could sit here for years
and nobody would see
that you're still a lost child
Oh, you're so much like me.

Note: Written 1983, when I was 13, about the boy I had a crush on at the time.