martes, 22 de marzo de 2011

If

If I'm a bad person, you don't like me; well I guess I'll make my own way. It's a circle, a mean cycle. I can't excite you anymore. Where's your gavel? Your jury? What's my offense this time? You're not a judge but, if you're going to judge me, well, sentence me to another life. Don't want to hear your sad songs; don’t want to feel your pain when you swear "it's my entire fault", 'Cause you know we're not the same. We're not the same. Oh, we're not the same. Yeah, the friends who stuck together. We wrote our names in blood but I guess you can't accept that the change is good. It's good. It's good. Well, you treat me just like another stranger. Well, it's nice to meet you, sir. I guess I'll go. I'll best be on my way out. You treat me just like, another stranger. Well, it's nice to meet you sir. I guess I'll go. I'll best be on my way out. Ignorance is your new best friend. Ignorance is your new best friend. This is the best thing that could've happened. Any longer, and I wouldn't have made it. It's not a war, no, it's not rapture. I'm just a person, but you can't take it! The same tricks that, that once fooled me, they won't get you anywhere. I'm not the same kid from your memory. But now I can fend for myself. Don't want to hear your sad songs; don’t want to feel your pain when you swear "it's my entire fault", 'Cause you know we're not the same. We're not the same. Oh, we're not the same. Yeah, we used to stick together. We wrote our names in blood but I guess you can't accept that the change is good. It's good. It's good. Well, you treat me just like another stranger. Well, it's nice to meet you, sir. I guess I'll go. I'll best be on my way out. You treat me just like, another stranger. Well, it's nice to meet you sir. I guess I'll go. I'll best be on my way out. Ignorance is your new best friend. Ignorance is your new best friend.

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