Treasure Island

Lucy Vernezze

(1987 / Sheffield, UK)

Couldn't See The Wood For The Trees


I now know we're not best friends anymore
Tonight you proved it
Showing your selfish side
Yet again

No room for me
I guess it's time to see
What was right in front of my eyes
The respect you never gave me
The respect you never had

And you never gave it
For far too long
I couldn't give a shit
Best Friends
Yeah?
Do Best Friends
Not know what's legit

And i've lost all sense of feeling
For you
I know with you i'm out of site
Out of mind
An i've lost all sense of feeling
I always knew you we're one of a kind
One of a kind
That i don't want to know anymore

Submitted: Sunday, June 24, 2007
Edited: Wednesday, March 16, 2011
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