For Conor
Do you even understand?
Do you even care at all?
She’s a sweet girl, a loving girl
Did you have to go and break her?
I told her she deserved better, because she did
And at the time I meant it, I really did
But in the back of my mind I knew, it wasn’t you, it was her
She was the kind of girl that loved everything and everyone with all her heart
It’s a wonderful, terrible thing, for it ensures pain and tears
So I want to blame you, for putting a cloud over my best friend
But I don’t blame you, not at all
Because I know, oh goodness do I know;
That you can’t control how you feel
And you certainly can’t control who you feel for.
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