So I'm wrong
And immature
I guess I'll write a song
About how your
Mood swings
Like a swing set
I'm willing
To take a bet
On the fact that you
Don't hate me
Half as much as you
Pretend to be
Who you aren't
With your fake friends
That warrant
Hatred more, but I can't contend
Why? Because they're more mature than me?
Yea right, you can't even see
Your own immaturity
Hidden behind a veil of vanity
So you play your game
And I'll play mine
We'll stay the same
We won't change over time
You'd rather let me slip away
And hold onto your grudge
It doesn't matter what we will say
Because neither of us will budge
Both too stubborn to just let go
We're too afraid to say what we already know
We're both wrong and we're both right
But we won't end this tonight
I was too impatient to say this to your face
You were too complacent too ever give chase
Now we're both here just trying to save face
So though we can't, time will move on, and we can't keep up the pace
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