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tell a tale
make a sale
make a friend
hurt a girl

she didn't care
you couldn't bare
you got wrapped up
and now your stuck

wrapped in your own emotion
too stotic to accept help
your friends reach out
by you push them away

Now you hate him
to him at your whim
he can see the problem
the problem is you

You want to be hurt
you want to feel the pain
he's your best friend
now you want to play this game

he and she talked
they saw what’s happened
they know how you feel
you need to grow up

You think this is fun
that there’s something to be won
playing with peoples hearts
isn't a game scott

It's happened to him
it's happened to her
this isn't the same for you
you know it's true

this isn't heartbreak scott
this is immaturity
this isn't what happened to me
this is you trying to copy

you don't hurt scott
you pretend you do
you and her now
you know your through

not because of him
or because of her
it's because of you
this is your screw

you didn't want to make friends
end to your own ends
you wanna drown in your own self-pity?
well we'll be in the city

Now we're going out
him and her
your own cock up
lost you your girl

to your best friend scott
you best friend
Posted: 2005-10-19 16:20:15 UTC

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