We met in spanish class last year
i thought that you were kool...
We were best friends
I was there for you...
It's not so simple
This feeling of guilt...
I was happy with you
But i guess those days i was cool...
My life is not a breeze
Mother is a psychopath and Farther is a fiend...
All of those people
Who turned their backs on everything I was...
When people ask if we're friends
I most usually respond to them...
I never saw you as the person I know now,
All those years ago, and all those silly rows...
You call your self a true friend,
how i can i trust you now...
I'm bull-imic to all the bullshit that you're...
and I'm anemic so I get cold real easily...
What you see,
Through the ripples of water...
You say you're going to show
But please say it isn't so...