You use people to get what you want
You use them as scape goats...
*Story Behind This* I wrote this as a song, so...
Forget about the boy in the corner...
I picked up that old broken frame,
with a picture of you and me...
You don't seem yourself these days,
Down and depressed like you don't want to live...
I don't understand what happened to us
Or why you have turned away...
Why thank you for slamming that door in my face
And for pushing me onto the floor...
I'll write you a song
And I'll tear you all up...
You ridiculed me
In front of everyone...
You stare at me like I'm something
Then you walk through me like I'm nothing...
She was my best friend
We were sisters...
I made a mistake
Made a simple joke...
I thought you were my best friend
i thought you'd always care...