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Lirieke: To Each His Own. The Question.

I remember when I saw you start to drift away. Used to think you were sincere, cause of the things you'd say. And now I look back feeling the same, but it's too late you're caught in that game. I closed my eyes for a second, and a friendship washed away. So I turned my back not knowing what to say. I was blind to see that. You'd change it in a second for a social status that you used to speak out against. So where's Mr. Scenester now that's it's not cool. I'm still here, while you're playing the fool. I hope your new friends are just like you, So you can stab each other in the back, but for me that will not do. I closed my eyes for a second, and a friendship washed away. so I turned my back not knowing what to say. How was I blind to see that you'd change it in a second for a social status that you used to speak out against ... spoke out against! Did it ever mean anything to you, cause it still means somethin to me