I'm tired of being forgotten
I'm tired of forgiving you
My name is not Forgranted
So please stop mistaking me
Oh, I'm sorry, that's right
I must be hard to pay attention to
with my clothes on
who knew a friend without benefits
meant without consideration
when I can predict your indiscretion
my ears go deaf to your excuses
I only have two cheeks to turn
you say you're so sorry
but words are only words
when I'm not giving them sex
like any romance between us
did I also make up how good
of a friend you are?
why did it take so many years
to see that you don't see me?
How much are you willing to bet
you don't need me
you've never needed me
and you won't miss me when I'm gone?
When there's a her
there's no need for me
the clarity is stifling
maybe you'll finally listen
when I have nothing
left to say
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