Tom: C
Introdução: C G Am G
C G
It's Monday morning, eight A.M.
C Em
It's Thursday after school
C G
But time can never be a friend
Am G
To those they call uncool
C G
I walk the halls in search of smiles
C Em
The smiles are not for me
C G
Because I lack the latest styles
Am G
And personality
Am G
No personality
C G
It's Monday morning, eight A.M.
C Em
It's Thursday after school
C G
But time can never be a friend
Am G
To those they call uncool
C G
They think that I'm so different
C Em
They think that they're the same
C G
Feeling insignificant
Am G
I hide within my shame
Am G
I hide within my shame
C G
It's Monday morning, eight A.M.
C Em
It's Thursday after school
C G
But time can never be a friend
Am G
To those they call uncool
C G
They laugh and point with words that sting
C Em
If only I could make them see
C G
The careless pain their laughter brings
Am G
There's one like them inside of me
Am G
I'm just like them inside of me
C G
It's Monday morning, eight A.M.
C Em
It's Thursday after school
C G
But time can never be a friend
Am G
To those they call uncool
Am G
I'm the one they call uncool
Am G
I'm the one the call uncool