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You left me hanging from a phone we once spent,
up all night talking on like kids in a tent,
out in the backyard with flash lights and stories,
telling tales of men's glory and loves gory,

never once bored me but at one point,
i became pro blunt, and you were a joint,
at least you did me the favor, it's true,
i could never do what you decided to do,

if that wasn't enough your childhood friend,
was making mixed messages and pressing send,
then only on new years while intoxicated,
did she take easy and make it complicated,

not easily frustrated now and won't forget,
the amount that duo once made me regret,
all just another life, just another story,
of true pain and fake glory.