Sometimes I feel like my friends aren’t my friends
they’re just keeping me around to avoid bitter ends
and this isn’t a plea for “tell me you care”
this is just a pondering, if I dare.
The stress increases, day by day.
Is that sincere? or is it just an “okay”
I don’t want to seem clingy
I don’t want to intrude
but frankly, my dears you’re being quite rude.
Tell me the truth of how you all really feel
Maybe it’ll just close the deal.
I have other friends, but do I really?
is it just me again being silly?
Come out, come out, what few friends remain.
I’m sick, I’m tired, I’m sore from this game.
Am I loved? Am I hated? Just tell me the truth.
I cant waste my time trying to be a sooth.