The glares are getting old, babe.
I don't know or care if you've noticed,
and your starting to annoy the life out of me.
In my honest opinion, I think you'd do better without all those fake friends.
They lie, they steal, they take from you what is rightfully yours.
The words that fall are far from friendly,
And you'd be suprised to hear the things they haven't said.
Sometimes I wonder if you know, and just don't care.
Sometimes I think, and talk of how you're just a joke.
Admit it, you do it for the attention.
I used to be the same way, and we are almost as alike as two peas.
In that small, cramped pod.
It will suffocate you, and you won't wait.
You will tear your way out of there.
You will rip and punch.
Nothing will stand in your way.
I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but he's just a liar.
They all are.
The good ones come along once in a good while, and I know that all too well.
You won't get over him for a long while, but it will make you stronger, that I can assure you.
I know how it feels, and I will be here.
Even if you think I won't.
I'm like a shadow.
I'll be there when everyone else fails you.
