Good Luck

This is a rather elaborate apology
Though I don’t prefer to see you smile
An apology you don’t deserve
I can only hope to strike a nerve

Don’t cry no more
And don’t you ever worry about me again
Don’t cry
I can honestly say you’re either better of this way

Airing your grievance, begging and searching for pity
Taking it from anything, anyone, to fuel your animosity
Friendship to you s everything but true
I only wish that people who love you
Know your second face the way I do

The moral of this story, artificial glory
A full fucking recluse, emotional abuse
You took full advantage and burned every bridge that we built

A simple fuck you doesn’t cut it
But now you’re gonna cry and they’ll believe it
He’s such a good guy, I don’t buy it

Don’t you cry no more
I can honestly say you’re better off this way
Don’t cry
If you were able to die it would be my good luck
Good luck