I'm confused as to your motives. You get rid of me whenever I'm around.
In fact, until everyone else turns you away, you don't even acknowledge my existence.
And now that I've got something else to do when you're doing all this, you want to get all upset about it. I wouldn't call yours magnificent, to say the least. But I don't go around telling to your face how much I hate him. Instead, I still agree to play third wheel on your dates.
It's okay if you don't like her, I can deal with it. You can say you don't like her, but it doesn't have to end every sentence.
It almost seems like I'm only a burden to you whenever I'm happy.
It's just how I roll
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