GoodBye

Well maybe now i should just say goodbye you used to be my friend
but i never felt i really was yours
so maybe this is the end. I'm different from you, all of you
each other we ve never understood
i hope that if i do tell you goodbye
that it won t be for good. whenever I'm mad it hurts me so bad and you don t even care i don t know why, i just want to cry and someday i won t be there. the streaks on my arm they ve done me no harm they re only made of pen But once they are blood that turns brown like mud they ll be there again and again. if I'm mad at you i ll hurt myself too but that dozent t really matter although when i hurt i feel like dirt and my spirits bruised and battered. i do not know why it has to be so i really wish it did not but the way this has been going it is basically shot. you don t need me and we don t need we and thats how i think i know why these words are the ones i have to speak i love you, but goodbye