Feeble Excuse

How does it feel, how does it feel
To get your kicks out of harassing crestfallen people
Trying to fill, just trying to fill that void in your lonely life
That you never, never ever enjoyed

Cheap shot after cheap shot
Was all you had for support
It's a feeble excuse, just a feeble excuse
For a keen retort

I have little empathy to offer for
The empty, angry person you've become
Face to face we were friends
But behind my back
You were scoffing at carpe diem, at carpe diem



Credits
Writer(s): Louis Matteo
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