You were a master at the art
Of being a so called best friend
Even after
being told one thousand times
We just don't listen
And i'd like to
congratulate you now
For being so deceptive.
Yeah you played this like a
game
But I hope you know,
That your going straight to hell.
You should
have seen this coming
Come on, Come on tell me the truth
No friends, no
hands to hold you up.
Come on, Come on well the jokes on you.
You thought
that this was over
Well you weren't even somewhat close.
My friend my mind
thinks in ways
That even you wouldn't know.
Go ahead and fake a smile
It's
been sometime since we last spoke
But I still read you like I read you
then
And your going straight to hell.
You should have seen this
coming.
Come on, Come on tell me the truth.
No friends, no hands to hold you
up.
Come on, Come on well the jokes on you.
Looks like we'll leave it in
pieces.
Cause i'm done bending back for you.
Take a step back, a minor set
back.
I guess this is nothing new to you.
