It's okay to be mad at your creators, helped me become the man that I am today
They're too forgetful to be better friends, too busy talking up their lives to be bigger
Talking about my best friends and they don't mind
Cause it's just a song about those now gone
They're not coming back anymore, who cares I don't need them now
So I thank you, but wish I never met you, cause none can compare to the gold you can't give away
I don't know if I'm a fool, for buying your lousy shit anyway
Can I get a return... maybe not?
They're a disappointing crew, one you hope not to meet
An interesting bunch, the disappointing few
Their feet on my back, it's gonna break from all of their weight
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