Wednesday, September 9, 2009

If you knew what I know 
You wouldn't go to see her 
And least of all believe her 
When she says that she wants you 
Well you're just another puppet 
She's not even keeping score 
And the lazy way she cheats you leaves me cold 
She'll laugh about you with her petty friends 
That you don't know 
And she spends her daddy's money 
And she drives her daddy's car 
And what's crazy is the way you think that's style 
And all the while my heart is breaking 
You're not even on her mind 
I say this as your friend 
You'll be the poor boy in the end

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