I fear that winter break won't be the only cold front that I face The holidays will roll around and you will still need more space I fear that it's not what you say, but what you don't That is truly telling.
I look at your face. It's not the same There's a certain kind of love that's missing What do you do when your one best friend is the one person you can't talk to? Jesus! All you ever say is, "I'm sorry..." & "Time helps" And my favorite, "We'll still be great friends, Ashby"
You're such a terrible friend Your advice is lacking any empathy And your care is nonexistant. If we don't have love And we don't have friendship What do we have left? I'm terrified to ask such a question.
I've been doing my part fine I've been staying in the lines That go against every fiber of my being I don't know what to think anymore Except that you want nothing more From me.
You don't want us You don't want we You just want you... And me.
I just want answers to questions I've already asked Shaken off and given little thought You say you just want what's best For me But what I really think Is that you are a coward. You're too afraid to be the ******* in this relationship. But guess what? You already are.
Ehhh not my best work. But necessary to get out some feelings.