Invisible

I hope I never have to use the word «friend» again,
It’s the same old slap in the face set in motion,
Ah fuck this place,
Again I’ve met the end don’t tell me what is left
There’s nothing but a box of pictures I refuse to open
They may cause resent
You know I really don’t miss a thing
You know I really don’t miss a thing
It’s no struggle to confront now 'cause what’s said is said
And what’s done is done
A crude emotion set in forward pace
Get this message straight now 'cause I’m sick as shit
I’ve got no room for impatience
The bet was set
You know I really don’t miss a thing
You know I really don’t miss a thing
Just sometimes the rain is warm in winter
Where the clouds part everything is clear
When I play the card I dealt the ice will warm and melt
And I don’t think I’ll care
Fuck all them here
No one will care
There’s nothing wrong at all with spending time alone
No!
And if I ever have to use the word «friend» again
Don’t question, slap my face, there’s no devotion
Played and betrayed
And if there are no starts then there’ll be no more ends
Just another stop treated careless,
To add to the list
But sometimes the rain is warm in winter
Where the clouds part everything is clear
When I play the card I dealt the ice will warm and melt
And I don’t think I’ll care
Fuck all them here
No, I won’t care…