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Instinctively inconsiderateIntent on having funConveniently covering-upAll the selfish things you've doneYou leave guidelines on the sidelines and ignore your inhibitionsAnd the golden rule to live by...Is beg forgivenessAnd not permissionAnd you stand above the rest but do you stand the test of time?And do friendships have expiry dates, a month into their prime?This song is not about you, oh-ohIt's definitely not about you, oh-ohThis song is not about you, oh-ohIt's definitely not about you...It's got fuck all to do with youSome place to be, some face to seeYou never seem to lingerYou keep the people closest to youWrapped around your little fingerYou've got charismatic qualities, of that there is no doubtAnd everybody's easily impressedBut your dominative tendencies...They don't stand above the restSongtexteAnd do random acts of kindness help to clear a guilty conscience?Or am I wrong in thinking that you even have a conscience?This song is not about you, oh-ohIt's definitely not about you, oh-ohThis song is not about you, oh-ohIt's definitely not about you...It's got fuck all to do with youAnd does friendship take the sidelines when it's served it's only purpose?Left loitering behind you; success has deemed it surplusStanding in the corner, hanging-on to every word...And humiliation settles-in when the laughter's heardWhen the laughter's overheardThis song is not about you, oh-ohIt's definitely not about you, oh-ohThis song is not about you, oh-ohIt's definitely not about you...It's got fuck all to do with youIt's got fuck all to do with you... Aus Songtexte Mania