I was never one for criticizing, but life has changed and being critical is in.
I guess that is the price that you pay, for being social in every single way.
Left your friends for broke and hang out with a new crowd, when you're down and out do you think they'll be around?
Always loving then leaving, you couldn't wait, to get out of her house for another date.


This whole ordeal has been such a drag, best friends in 10th but 11th it started to sag.
Within a month, pointed and laughed, made me look inferior, but my thoughts would never touch yourself.
What happened to the time when you cried? And I held you close, and unlike other guys,
Didn't think you owed me a thing and didn't make you do anything.
What the fuck happened to my sympathy!?