It's alright to tell me what you think about me I won't try to argue or hold it against you I know that you're leaving you must have your reasons The season is calling and your pictures are falling down The steps that I retrace the sad look on your face The timing and structure did you hear he fucked her? A day late a buck short I'm writing the report On losing and failing when I move I'm flailing now And it's happened once again I'll turn to a friend Someone that understands Sees through the master plan But everybody's gone And I've been here for too long To face this on my own Well I guess this is growing up Well I guess this is growing up And maybe I'll see you at a movie sneak preview You'll show up and walk by on the arm of that guy And I'll smile and you'll wave we'll pretend it's okay The charade It won't last when he's gone I won't come back And it'll happen once again You'll turn to a friend Someone that understands And sees through the master plan But everybody's gone And you've been there for too long To face this on your own Well I guess this is growing up Well, I guess this is growing up Well, I guess this is growing up
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