I'm sorry we can't be friends
you pushed me to the end.
when a good friend, when you give love its called a lend,
but with you its always a send.
and without my love returned, how is my heart supposed to mend?
there comes a time when you realize, for a friend, backwards is a direction you shouldn't have to bend.
you can play it off that i walked away,
but a good friend would have listened to what i have to say.
so yes, today is the day that i will undoubtedly walk away,
because my heart cant take anymore,
so our friendship has become tore
my only option is to walk out that door.
i dont want to, but our friendship shouldnt be a chore.
i have to say goodbye.
trust me hunny, you wont die
but our friendship is dead,
because your drama sunk it to the bottom of the river like lead.
if you recall, this is what ive always said,
so now you've made your bed
now through the water, all alone you must tread.
this is what you chose,
its what all the facts show.
you had to have expected this blow,
your just lucky i wont hit low.
By: Kaity Morris
Novemeber 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 6:57 PM UTC
I'm sorry we can't be friends
you pushed me to the end.
when a good friend, when you give love its called a lend,
but with you its always a send.
and without my love returned, how is my heart supposed to mend?
there comes a time when you realize, for a friend, backwards is a direction you shouldn't have to bend.
you can play it off that i walked away,
but a good friend would have listened to what i have to say.
so yes, today is the day that i will undoubtedly walk away,
because my heart cant take anymore,
so our friendship has become tore
my only option is to walk out that door.
i dont want to, but our friendship shouldnt be a chore.
i have to say goodbye.
trust me hunny, you wont die
but our friendship is dead,
because your drama sunk it to the bottom of the river like lead.
if you recall, this is what ive always said,
so now you've made your bed
now through the water, all alone you must tread.
this is what you chose,
its what all the facts show.
you had to have expected this blow,
your just lucky i wont hit low.
By: Kaity Morris
Novemeber 20, 2012
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