So today I am speechless and hurt.
I thank you, my friend... the extrovert.
I'm more messed up than you know,
and you told me to grow?!
Really you apparently know my life piece by piece?

I invited you to my pity party,
gladly you accepted trying to be a smarty,
a past friend and now a stranger,
I should have known I might be in danger.
People change but I won't.

I'm not a victim of the circumstances,
I'm a survivor of the past who advances.
I no longer know you and you never knew me,
so it's obvious you should set me free.
**Old friends are just as outdated as old calendars obviously.