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"...i lost you. 'cause of a band. all for a rock and roll dream, a dream that never began. i never thought it would end this way. we were all bandmates, but you and i were more than that, we were friends. we could hang out, go out or talk on the phone, things we never did with them. we understood each other. you knew i was born to be a musician, but not a rockstar. that really meant a lot to me. everyone else would hype up that rockstar bullshit and it would piss me off. and you know it. you were important to me. now i feel like shit.

i'm sorry. i know you must be mad at me 'cause i agreed to kick you out the band. but we had to set our priorities. ours was the band, yours wasn't and you seemed to have no time for the band. it wasn't anything personal. you know we're friends.

shit's crazy. when you were in the band, they treated you like the princess you are. but know that you're gone, i see the punk ass hypocrits that they are. now you're the one legged bitch. punk asses. i can't even see them anymore without wanting to kick their asses.
i don't even want to mention the rest. i can't go on like this. fuck them.

these last few times we've talked i noticed your lack of interest. i know you don't want to be my friend anymore. you don't want to talk to me. all i can say is i'm sorry. i love you. i didn't mean to hurt you. i thought we would still be friends even if you were out. i see that i'm wrong. maybe i should've consulted with you before agreeing with them to kick you out. yeah. that's what i should've done. too late now. everything is over. our frienship. your respect for me. everything. even this fuckin' rock and roll dream you knew i never had...i lost you for a band."