I’m always in the dark, always in despair.
Then you tell me you don’t like my hair, honestly, I don’t care.
But I don’t see why you need to make fun of me, but do if you dare.

Are you still making fun of me?
Oh I guess you are, you’re just making fun of me
because it’s your turn in the dark.

Uh! Why are you still here?
Why won’t you quit
You’re underestimating just who you’re dealing with.
All of a sudden you’re acting nice
I’m really not that surprised.
You’re pretending to be my friend.
But I found a thing called revenge.
I’m sick of being in the dark, now is your special part
Oh now you’re throwing darts!
It’s your turn in the dark