Sep 27, 2004 23:56
guess what?
they found out about me.
you can't count on me,
and i hate to be wrong;
guess what?
all those things i said...
it wasn't what i meant, i hate to lead you on.
i lied, that's the awful truth.
i guess it was no use, i hate to be wrong.
and don't think i'll feel guilty or that i'll apologize,
because i got my way, and that means i am right.
i'm not your friend, you don't know me, and i don't care about you.