i see you everyday but everyday i never see your real face   carrying this act to show the circus of your friends tonight   sat in drunken tears   complaining about jeers about your weight and attitude   no gratitude for those to help you stand back up      i stand watching   content with distance, stepping closer would annoy me   i'm really having trouble actually believing   all the things you say to me   you play with me and tell your friends   i should be hated too      attention focused not on you is never good for you   these crocodile tears reek of worthlessness and fake appeal   happiest when crowded round   discussing every detail, every secret of the friends   you used to keep but they're not cool so now they're gone      i can't stand this aggrevation   letting one thing lead unto another nightmare scene   dealing with you requires patience   because good things happen to good people   so if that's true you'll be gone soon      why can't you see the false situations you build yourself?   complain of lack of friends   only to say that you don't want friends at all   prepared, so steady for your fall   i really hate you   maybe one day you'll have a heartache   and look back and i'll be waving you on