Right Choice Chooser

by Jean Ann Artero   Mar 16, 2005


I really have to choose
Which one that i need more
A friend or the guy
The guy who made my heart sore

Its really not that hard
Because the guy doesnt care for me
Even though im in front of his face
I am what he just cant see.

My friend talks to me
and lets me know what to do
Shes always there to help me
And to always pull me through

But the guy doesnt care for me
He doesnt have love to provide
the only time he\'s going care
is if i actually died.

So i pick my friend
Over that dumb freakin loser
Now i am nothing
But the \"right choice chooser\"

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