A signal, one I can't see ,
tells them all to leave me
tells them all to leave me
They all take turns making the cracks, feels like a stab in the back.
I can't see the reasons, their moods oposite as seasons.
Actions confusing but meanings are clear. You really don't want me here.
So ill stand on the side and wait for your pride
I hope I can wait cause friendships our fate
Unless we can see eye to eye
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