Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedNow that we’re not friends I don’t have to hold back my pen I don’t have to cushion and spoon feed the truth I don’t have to be gentleI don’t have to pretendNow That we’re not friends I don’t have to find reasons to like that loserI don’t have to be gentle with my discomfort The only one in the room interested in what he saysThe only one who hides their doubt Now that we’re not friendsI don’t have to think twiceSecond guess and memorize Make sure how I’m feeling isn’t totally wild Talking to myself in a shot of tequilaNow that we’re not friends Your choice, not mineI can move on with the memoriesOf you leaving me Confused Alone And begging