Aug 14, 2005 21:40
I can hear the whispers
I’ve been told all the lies
They all talk about you
When they see us walk by
You stay late at work
To get your job done
But deep down I know
You’re seeing someone
Whether it’s going to your brothers
Or a friend’s across town
I know the real reason
You are never around
But the thing I find odd
When I’m not with you
Is that my one best friend
Seems to be busy then too
Maybe my math isn’t great
And 2 and 2 make 3
Or maybe it’s just that you
Never truly loved me