I don't know what your problem is...
You're so vain.
You probably think this song is about you.
You're so vain.
I don't know why you seem to suddenly care nothing about any of your "friends," but it hurts.
Actually, no, I take that back. You care. About female friends that you think you can get some from, or guys that will give you booze.
What the fuck?
All I did was try to be your friend. I liked you for you.
Not anymore. You're an ass, lately, and I'm just about sick of it. I'm not mad that you're doing things you wanna do.
But that's all you're paying attention to.
Ass and booze.
I'm sorry I thought you were a friend, that I could trust you, or that you cared anything about me other than trying to perhaps get in my pants.
Fuck you.
Call me if you want, but if not, don't expect any contacts from me.
You're not the center of the universe. I missed you over the summer, and now that you're back, you treat all of us like this? All we wanted was for you to come to a fucking birthday party. That was it. One night of your busy schedule that you couldn't spare?
Seems birthdays and special occassions don't mean a whole hell of a lot to you, do they?
I'll still visit, mainly 'cause of your roomie.
If you wanna talk to me, do so.
But don't touch me. Don't hug me. Don't even think about making lewd comments.
I'd put up with it...but only from a friend.
You probably think this song is about you.
You're so vain.
I don't know why you seem to suddenly care nothing about any of your "friends," but it hurts.
Actually, no, I take that back. You care. About female friends that you think you can get some from, or guys that will give you booze.
What the fuck?
All I did was try to be your friend. I liked you for you.
Not anymore. You're an ass, lately, and I'm just about sick of it. I'm not mad that you're doing things you wanna do.
But that's all you're paying attention to.
Ass and booze.
I'm sorry I thought you were a friend, that I could trust you, or that you cared anything about me other than trying to perhaps get in my pants.
Fuck you.
Call me if you want, but if not, don't expect any contacts from me.
You're not the center of the universe. I missed you over the summer, and now that you're back, you treat all of us like this? All we wanted was for you to come to a fucking birthday party. That was it. One night of your busy schedule that you couldn't spare?
Seems birthdays and special occassions don't mean a whole hell of a lot to you, do they?
I'll still visit, mainly 'cause of your roomie.
If you wanna talk to me, do so.
But don't touch me. Don't hug me. Don't even think about making lewd comments.
I'd put up with it...but only from a friend.