Everything That Glitters Ain’t Gold


I thought we had something special...
Connected on similar levels,
Like rebels... without a pause.
Daredevils in stunt cars.
We took a risk and decided to take the next step:
For you, a boyfriend was a new concept.
We were best friends...
Or that's what I thought at the time.
I felt like you were the beat to my rhyme...
But,
Next thing you know, we were at each other's throats.
Who are you supposed to call when your girl goes ghost?
Who are you supposed to call when the shit hits the fan
and you're getting the cold shoulder
from your own girlfriend?
I... had my faults, so I will take part of the blame,
We... are not as close and that is such a shame,
I... wish we could go back to the same old same,
We... should not have played the relationship game.

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