Bitter

I guess this makes you wrong.
You sat
And you turned up your TV.
I'm singing you a song.
You can bet
That I'm glad you can see me.
Thought you'd leave us.
Well, that's okay.
Hope this hurts just a little bit more
Than it did back then.
So much for your feeble attempt
To be a friend.
You sat beside me,
Then with a sigh,
You told me it's over.
So little room for love.
All I felt
Was your hand on my shoulder.
Thought you'd leave us.
Well, that's okay.
Hope this hurts just a little bit more
Than it did back then.
So much for your feeble attempt
To be a friend.
Hope this hurts just a little bit more
Than it did back then.
So much for your feeble attempt
To be a friend.
Hope this hurts just a little bit more
Than it did back then.
So much for your feeble attempt
To be a friend.
Hope this hurts just a little bit more
Than it did back then.
So much for your feeble attempt
To be a friend.