Young Writers Society

Verse 1

There's just a few little things that's been runnin' through my mind,
and I'm trying not to choke on the lack of evidence I find.
And I cannot comprehend how you've climbed above the rest,
when all you are about is hypocracy and jest.

It's not the little things that get me, no no sir-ee,
it's the major things you do like condascend to me.
And I see your eyes avert, forget all the stuff I ever said,
You left me up there man, yeah you left me for dead

(Chorus)

'Cos you forgetting who you were before all the popularity,
It's not my fault that you lack the gift of clarity.
Your blind to me, and thats never gonna' change.
Stop. Start.No, too late for change

Verse 2

I broke mirrors with my fists, from the anger that I faced,
What was left was a hole, taken years to be replaced.
I fell apart then (yeah), on the outside people stared
And only then did I realise that, not even you cared

I carry the scars with me now, on my arms and in my head,
But at least you've given me somethin' to write about instead.
My heart shouts at me, saying why's it come to this,
But if only looks could kill, life would be so fucking bliss.

(Chorus)

'Cos you forgetting who you were before all the popularity,
It's not my fault that you lack the gift of clarity.
Your blind to me, and thats never gonna' change.
Stop. Start.No, too late for change

And I see you there with your arm around another,
I wonder how she copes with you being such a brother.

'Cos you forgetting what we were, what you used to mean to me,
Seems that you prefer the image of your misogyny
Ive said your blind to me, and I guess your not gonna change
Stop. Start. No. Too late for change.

(Written by Beta Tested)