You tell me that you're my best friend
You've come to that conclusion on your own
Without asking me how I felt
About you presuming you know me so well
You don't know half of me
Believe me, I'll never tell
We talk about our past
Our future
Our present
You say "you turned out okay"
I'm glad I come off that way
But honestly my dear,
You don't know
You don't know about my storms
You don't know about my darkness
You don't know about my climb
You don't know about my descend
**** you if you think you're my best friend**
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 1:52 PM UTC
You tell me that you're my best friend
You've come to that conclusion on your own
Without asking me how I felt
About you presuming you know me so well
You don't know half of me
Believe me, I'll never tell
We talk about our past
Our future
Our present
You say "you turned out okay"
I'm glad I come off that way
But honestly my dear,
You don't know
You don't know about my storms
You don't know about my darkness
You don't know about my climb
You don't know about my descend
**** you if you think you're my best friend**
