TO:FSY

It's alright to tell me what you think about me
I won't try to argue or hold it against you
I know what you're saying
You must have your reasons
The season is calling your pictures are falling down

The steps that I retrace the sad look on your face
The timing and structure
Did you hear he fucked her
A day late a buck short I'm writing the report
On losing and failing
When I move I'm failing now

And It's happened once again
Im turned away by a friend
Someone that understands and sees through the master plan
But everybody's gone and I've been here for too long
To face this on my own well I guess this is growing up












im cute without the e