I miss you
But I can't tell you
Because telling you means being vulnerable....again
And I don't want to fall
And have no one to catch me....again

Have you ever sat down and waited for a friendship to end?

We often run into the arms of those
Who can justify our madness,
Those who make us feel better about the monsters we have become,
Because we don't want to be better,
We don't want to change,
That's too much of a task for us
We just want to be loved the way we our,
Our ***** selves...

....And even if I killed myself for you
You wouldn't even realise it
Because everyday with you
Was a slow death of me
You can't even imagine.