Treasure Island

'Bri' Bri

(Sep.21,1992 / Virgin Islands Rock City)

Friends with benefits


Ok i'll admit I made a mistake,
But don't compare me to those girls that are fake.
I'd tried to keep it real with you from the start,
but you ignored me so this is all your fault
.
I made sure everything was out in the open,
set it on the table that we were just friends.
That mixed feelings were never to get involved,
so there were no problem that couldn't be solved.

But you got to caught up I guess,
How am I suppose to get out of this mess.
So now I'm sitting here drinking to this,
how in the world did I get in the middle of this.
Its the day I made that deal. I think I regret it agreeing to be Friends with just Benefits.

Submitted: Friday, September 03, 2010

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