Are we friends?
I might not be ready yet, but I still want to know.
Do you remember?
Because I can't stop thinking about what we had.
Was it real?
I don't know, all I can say, is that I thought it was.
Are you embarrassed?
Because I know you hid when you saw my grandma.
Are you ashamed?
You told me you knew what you had done was wrong.
Do you understand?
I hope you know that what you did has left me scarred.
Do you care?
Because it seems like you don't even know I exist now.
Am I crazy?
Because I fell for you, only for you to hurt me again.
Why didn't I listen?
My mom kept telling me that she didn't trust you.
Are we friends?