We promised each other the world
As we clung to each other tightly,
Afraid that if we let go,
The other would crumble.
In the end,
I was the one who crumbled,
Not you.
Does five years mean nothing to you?
Five years,
Filled with crazy antics,
Bursts of laughter,
Tears from fears.
And now,
We are nothing.
I guess
I was the ******* in all of this.
Taking your insults
Like morsels of fulfillment.
Degrading me further and further,
But I took it all.
It was the only thing I knew how to.
I was forced away.
You moved on.
I stayed.
Still behind you, as always.
Waiting for the hurt to come,
But you left me.
And this is the most hurtful of all of the insults you've thrown at me.
I am nothing.
At least before,
I was something,
Someone worth thinking about to create spiteful ***** of words.
You threw insults like a game of baseball,
Pitching curveballs,
Speedballs,
Fastballs constantly,
Never stopping,
Inventing new ways to throw the baseball,
Each and everyone hitting me harder to the point that the bat did me no use anymore.
They just kept coming.
All I could do was stand and get hit,
Understand and take in everything you threw.
Harder,
Faster,
More
Each and every time.
Then others came around,
Rocking my world,
Showing me what love actually is,
Not all the **** you gave me,
I wouldn't let go.
Now I'm back.
I've caught up to you,
But you've turned your back to me,
And continued down your path.
Leaving me to stand alone at this fork in my road.
...
Guess I was the only one that cared those five years.
Guess it was all a game, huh?
...
I miss you.
I had two friends. We were close for 5 years. I switched schools. I thought the friendship we had was real. That throwing insults to each other makes u friends. Guess I was wrong.
...
And now when I ask about their lives, after leaving schools, I am nothing to them. I have no right to ask them ****. Well then.
Five years mean nothing to you. I see.
Okay.
Knowing me knowing you
By abba