Swollen pride and inflated chest. It’s so ironic that you’re just second best. Trying to be something you’re not. You dress the part but can’t walk the walk. You’re worthless and pathetic and you talk a big game, but you’ll get it through your head one of these fucking days. Stab me in the back, I already know how it feels. Because you’ve been the one doing it for all these years. Dragging my fucking feet. Tired of what I see. To you this is just a trend. This friendship is fucking dead.
released July 4, 2013
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