Lights, camera, action.
I see that you're still putting on a show.
It's a little sad, yet funny to see just how low you're willing to go.
I've silently prayed that you'd get there, but you haven't gotten there yet.
Hoping for you to obtain that higher level of clarity and understanding that you just
don't seem to get.
It was never at all about your outside appearance to me, only about that wretchedness
that you wear underneath.
So any real changes remain to be seen. Especially when you know like I know;
if you know what I mean.
Before I go I'd like to get one thing straight; this conversation is not up for debate.
Until you can relate you will continue to ultimately lose.
You can't hope to identify with me just by copping a pair of my shoes. Unless you plan to
walk that mile, right into reality and quater past denial.
Lights, camera, action
I see that you're back at it again. This time you're playing the role of another
Fake A**ed Friend.
I wonder what will happen when this show comes to an end; when all the lights
come on and all the booing begins.
I know. You'll step back in the spotlight to do it all again, cause in your eyes
all you'll ever do is win.
