Why

by Crippled Wing   Jun 9, 2008


I ask this question every night when I cry
It's like I know the answer, but yet I still ask "why"
I believe you every time
you say you'll be there or call
but then once again you're not there at all!
If you don't want to be my friend
Just go out and say it's the end!
Yeah it will hurt...
but it's OK I already feel like dirt
I just want to know
Do you want me to let you go???
Or is it like you say "it's cuz you're busy"?????
All these questions are making me dizzy!

Any way....
If you still want me around
I'm here to stay,
But if you don't want me no more as a friend
Well, I guess we've met our end....
And you'll never hear from me again.

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