Sunday 12 August 2007

bleh.

From the way you speak to me
I know something’s amiss
I asked you nicely
And yet you refused to admit

I thought I am lucky to have known you
On the contrary you brought me misery
You were the best friend I had
Now you are the greatest enemy, one can ever get

The pooh bear that reminds me of you
I hope it rots and die of honey over-use
The pretty girl you once said was cute
Seeing her sit with you actually makes me puke
The instrument you use may be cool
But not when the player is somebody like you
The words you said to me may be true
YES, I’ve forgotten them halfway thru
Coz they’re meant for losers like you

The days I had without you
The air’s fresher and cool
A new dartboard out of you
I plan to give my violent nephew

And I always thought friends are forever
Not until the day I met and know you
You showed me your true colours
I see the other side of you, and hope all your friends leave you

The pooh bear that reminds me of you
I hope it rots and die of honey over-use
The pretty girl you once said was cute
Seeing her sit with you actually makes me puke
The instrument you use may be cool
But not when the player is somebody like you
The words you said to me may be true
YES, I’ve indeed forgotten them halfway thru
Coz they’re meant for losers like you

You may have done many things for me
I will never thank you for tidying up my room
The singers you like are such bitches
Who can’t sing and only know how to shake their boobs
The picture we took I said it’s cute
It’s me that I was referring to, not you, bleh.
The things I gave may still be with you
NO, I think, you’ve long thrown them down the rubbish chute
And yea, you should also go down too

Yah yah. Friends forever, my foot
You may think it’s true
But look again, at what you’ve just proved
You treat friends like they’re fools
and yea, that’s the truth.

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