you aren't who i thought you were
and maybe that's what hurts the most.
vous êtes un ami de merde
(it means you're a ****** friend in French)
and i want you to know that
and so what if someday you're famous
so what if you dance
because in the end?
who's going to be there..?
not the girl you gossiped with between classes, not the boy you flirted with and are dating for the next week..
please tell me
what happens when your bones grow too old to dance?
who will be there to love you when your body doesn't move like it use too?
who's going to care?

So dear ****** friend, I want you to know one thing
instead of sticking around and just letting you hurt me again
I'm moving on
and if we meet again  
excuse my French
but
please remember

mal être mieux la prochaine fois autour de.



(I'll be better the next time around)