i'm writing this on my phone since i can't seem to get up today, i'm still in bed
i'm sure you're sick of hearing it, so sick of me, and you just want to move on
i guess i can't blame you now, even if it's killing me, i can't stop thinking
your friendship meant a lot to me, enough that its absence is deadly
i'm not the person i was when we were friends, or even before lich
i don't know who i am now. i'm not who i want to be though
these months have broken me and when i thought we were cool, well...
we weren't, apparently. was that your idea or...
was that hers? i can't tell where you end and she starts
if you want to help, abandonment's not help
if you care about me, don't leave me here
if you're not her, don't make fun of me
these aren't demands, it's me begging
begging for your forgiveness
begging for your mercy
i don't... i don't know...
what to do too
i just know
lila, i doubt you even check this anymore, but i'm not who you're saying i am. i think deep down you know that.