How could I have done that to you.
How could I have been so stupid...

Make up your mind,
I can't go threw this anymore...

Son of a *i*ch!
How could you do this to me...

Piles of clothes, magazines, pillows, and other...
Lay resting on the floor...

The blackness of the moonlight helped me balance...
Though the anvil of regret still fell in the back...

I met you only months ago in a place I'll never...
We were made to talk by a pair of friends, who we...

Years ago we were the best of friends
now we see each other, at most, twice a month...

You call me up out of the blue
And tell me you hate me and I'm to good for you...

Life is not always fair
Friends become enemies and stab you in the back...

Presents, presents
Presents galore...