We are nothing anymore Not like we were ever much I try my best to start a conversation You brush away my words like flies I don't know why I try You stay here out of convenience And frankly, so do I I'm bored of you and your fickle moods Indecisions and second choices We don't dare to cut it off Just keep on circling
I really want to get away from them so they don't have anywhere to go when they heck up with their other "friends", but that's not actually good motivation. Guess I have to think about this more.