A gunshot in the head of reason
You've committed a selfish treason
Smiling in the face of friends
Stabbing them In the back again
Something about you is seriously wrong
Maybe you've mistaken the conscience of soul
The things you do one hears about in song
A singular outlook instead of the whole
Thinking about yourself with no concern for others
Soon you'll realize when you need somebody
That your past indiscretion has hurt another
And you'll find yourself alone with nobody
By yourself in your quest
Hopefully next time you'll think of the rest
Hurting others also hurts you
Remember this before you do the things you do
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