Yesterday we were best friends. This guy I thought I knew. But nowadays he hangs out with the grannies trying to get into their panties - big enough for two. Well I've got issues myself, but I don't change my mind from day to day. The problems loom in his shelf. But the solutions and the key they've been all thrown away.
You're gonna lose your friends, don't you care at all? What's with your common sense, don't you feel bad at all? Gave you a second chance, but you just blew it all! None of your bullshit words will ever break your fall!
Now and then I keep wonder why things turned out this way. Then again I'm struck with your stupidity, your non-reliability that's not okay. I know that this time I'm sure. How do you even put up with your self? So what if I'm Immature? I wouldn't try to raise a kid until I've grown up myself.
When you fail with doing what you're best at: To fuck things up so bad like just you do.
Time and space. End of days. It won't come true. When you fail with doing what you're best at: I'll start a facebookgroup named "You're the man" Still won't do, Never you.
It won't come true. No you won't fail with doing what you're best at, it's your burden to bear.