Have you ever been low?
Have you ever had a friend that let you down so?
When the truth came out
Were you the last to know?
Were you left out in the cold?
What you did was low
No I don’t need your number
There’s nothing left to say
Except I never thought it’d hurt this much to be saved
My friends are outside waiting
I’ve gotta go
Posted on Monday, 28 December 2009
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