Don't Utter a Sound

All of those people
Who turned their backs on everything I was
Have come running
Like some kind of annoying piece of fuzz

They give me their
"I'm so sorry"s
And "I just want to be friends again"s
But do they really expect words to heal my shattered heart?

How could they be so ignorant?
Not a single damn one of them were my friend
A friend is someone who will stand by you
From happy beginning to bumpy end

Now they want my friendship back?
The mere thought sends me to laughter
I guess they finally looked at life
They looked at the here and after

"Hey, maybe he wasn't such a bad guy
Maybe he just needed a guide"
That is what they tell themselves
But they're the ones who lied

Straight to my face
The arrogant fools!
It makes no sense to me
I was just one of their tools

Goodbye you guys
I'll see you around
But don't talk to me
Not one sound

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