There will never be a song that touches on the subject of how deeply I feel rejected.
Stab your lungs.
I hope you're feeling so much better now.
You don't got 5 than you're not hanging out.
But being friends was all I ever cared about.
Look at me now.
I've lost faith in everyone.
I'm burning my bridges.
No apologies could ever mend.
That gap that you created.
Too much time has passed.
You missed your chance to make this right.
Backstabbing murderers.
I hope the handle never leaves.
And the song ends and the audience stands.
Time wasted, spent wasted
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