She paints her nails and she don't know,
He's got her best friend on the phone.
She'll wash her hair, his dirty clothes, or all he gives to her.
And he's got posters on the wall
Of all the girls he wished she was
And he means everything to her

She whisper all these secrets, to a blank page on a line
She said we don't speak like lovers, and his words are dripping with wine

So The Question Is...
Do you feel like a man when you push her around?
And do you feel better now as she falls to the ground?
Well I'll tell you my friend, one day this world's going to end
As your lies crumble down, a new life she has found.

So Why don't you just tell him that:
"I'm leavin' never lookin back again"
You found somebody who does it better than he can
No more making you cry, no more them gray skies
You need leave him and never look back again...
Call your love, and tell him you found a new man
The one who's so fly, and won't make you cry.

I only wish that I could make her see,
She's just the flavor of the weak.


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The Journal Above Is Composed Of Multiple Songs, Which Are:
The Flavor Of The Weak - American Hi-Fi
Runaway - Thriving Ivory
Face Down - The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
Leavin' - Jesse McCartney