People I know, places I go,nMake me feel tongue tied.nI can see how people look down,nTheir on the inside.nnHere's where the story ends.nnPeople I see, weary of me, showing their good side,nAnd I can see how people look down.nI'm on the outside.nnHere's where the story ends,nOh, here's where the story ends.nnIts that little souvenir of a terrible year,nWhich makes my eyes feel sore.nAnd I never should of said,nThe books that you read where all I loved you for.nnIts that little souvenir of a terrible year,nWhich makes me wonder why.nIts the memorys of the shed,nThat made me turn red.nSurprise, surprise, surprise.nnCrazy I know, places I go,nMake me feel so tired.nAnd I can see how people look down,nI'm on the outside.nnHere's where the story ends,nOh, here's where the story ends.nnIts that little souvenir of a terrible year,nWhich makes my eyes feel sore.nAnd who ever would of thought,nThe books that you bought where all I loved you for?nnAnd the devil never said, go down to the shed.nI know where I belong.nBut the only thing I ever really wanted to saynWas wrong, was wrong, was wrong.nnIts that little souvenir of a terrible year,nWhich makes me smile inside.nSo Ill cynically, cynically saynThe world is that way.nSurprise, surprise, surprise.nnOh, here's where the story ends,nOoh, here is where the story ends.