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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 Letras de cancionesNo 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... From Letras Mania