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silentbob
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You dont want me and thats ok
i deal with this sort of rejection everyday
the kind of thing you're never above
and however used to it, always quite sick of
its the kind of feeling that makes me want to write
and youve become anything but polite
so sick of playing this new kind of game
watching you wince at the sound of my name
and dont seem to remember the way we were before
i talk laugh smile all of which you ignore
like a flightless bird i ahve to find another way
to make you smaile and make it all ok
youre still my friend, at least you say as such
and i fucking hate liking friends this much
its not really my fault you caught my eye
realy got me to pay attention saying you wish youd just die
always behaving overly nice
resting your head on my shoulder more than twice
and how many times did you tickly my side
and how many times did you get lost in my eyes
and how many times did you tell me to wait
and how many times did i make you feel great
and how many times did you hold my hand
and how many times did you rest your elbow on my shoulder when wed stand
and how many times did i make you happy
and how many times did i make you happy
and how many times did i make you happy
and how many times did i make you happy
Im so fucking sick of playing this stupid little game
watching you wince at the very sound of my name
i dont wanna see you look so tragicly at my face
so now you forced it upong me, im moving away to a different place
where i dont have to feel this shame again
May All Your Dreams Be Wonderful,
Bobby
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