Our friendship started when I saw you. I knew it...
You were there at the beginning
but not till the end...
Used is how I feel
Like a doormat...
You pass me a look, I know what it means
This is not how I wanted it to be...
When you called me you were crying.
so i hurried to your house...
I thought I could trust you,
But now I know that's not true...
Faces fade from photographs
As memories walk away...
The error of your ways
You’ll all soon come to see...
When I called out for help
When I waited for you to defend me...
*you call you self a friend?*
its was only a few weeks ago not even that...
I really thought I knew my friends
But then that sad illusion ends...
Why is this so hard?
I can't seem to understand...