"Song 13" as written by and Kris Roe....
The time has come to say goodbye
To all our past regrets. I'm sorry to inform you
But I doubt you'll really ever understand.

Friendships aren't built on false promises
I've failed without defeat.
In this game of disrespect
I'm a victim a small town tragedy.

Here's the difference between you and I
I'll tell the truth and count my blessings
So thanks for all you've done
But I won't let you get the best of me.

You think I'm just a kid but
You don't fucking get it.
I'm strong in my conviction
And don't you forget it.

So many things are left unsaid
But I won't even waste my time
For us to go our separate ways
I hope you miss me when I'm gone.

Friendships aren't built on false promises.
I've failed without defeat.
In this game of disrespect
I'm a victim of small town rivalry.

Farewell to all my friends
With self respect intact.
Nothing will last forever
Never looking back.

End is forever.

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"Song #13" as written by Kris Roe


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    General Commentwell, now you all know where i got my little "nickname" thing. end is forever is the best line. its so true. the ataris kick hard ass, im going to see them on thursday night, yeay. this song is better than most. it has edge. the ataris are one of the only bands that can pull off cheesey love songs withought looking stupid. they make cheesey love songs good, but withought selling out. their music is cool because you have the angry ones like this, the love songs like IOU one galaxy, the funny ones like if you really want to hear about it...and many others. if you dont listen to them then you should. yes well now you know where my nickname comes from....peace
    EndIsForever98on June 16, 2002   Link

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