You're my best friend,
You're my favourite soul,
I'll give you my attention,
Got you under my spell.
You're gorgeous,
You're eating out of my hand,
But if you ever try to cross me,
You can go to hell.
What kind of life...
What kind of life do I lead?
I've tricked all those around me
That I'm Mother Theresa.
And I've severed all the links
To a life I used to have,
And I've cut away the people
Who've been dragging me back.
I don't care
About the pain that I've been causing,
It's all about me
And my self preservation.
All the others,
Well that's collateral damage,
In my life there's only room
For my own situation.
I've got friends,
and they think that I'm angelic,
They think that I'm a trooper,
That I'm holding it together,
But I'm calculated, cold
And I'm quickly getting old,
And I've ditched my only family;
That leaves me kind of lonely.
But I'm happy that I'm lonely,
Swimming in my own self pity,
I'm popular, attractive darling,
Some even find me pretty.
But I'm poor,
In that I've lost my only family,
It's all down to my selfishness,
Demeanor and behaviour.
There's a saying,
'You hurt the ones you love the most',
The ones who will forgive you,
The ones who give you chances,
But my bridges have been burnt,
My chances have run out,
And the ones I loved the most,
Have finally
pushed
me
out.
