It comes down to keeping a grip on my reality
Every turn and milestone I think I achieve is met with fatality
The love I yearn to receive is nothing but deceit
To end up being the bad guy cause when I figure it out I retreat
I’m at my wits end meeting my defeat
Because to have genuine love with me is like a 4 way street
“Friends” that use me to get to another
Break me down then still want to call me brother
won’t speak to my face but to everyone else they smother
The lies in their face to try to categorize me as the “other”
The exact reason I say I don’t trust
I still open up to you when it’s my words you flush
You show me day to day your goal is only to divide
When I thought I had a friend I could share the truth with on the inside
It’s hard to let go when friends are thicker than family
But how can I hold on when you can’t even stand with me
Now nothings the same
And I’m starting to look at all my friends with shame
I’m nothing but open but can I be the one to blame ?