everyone i know turns around and stabs me in my back, the only friends i have are people i dont like. you think you know the world buts false, just like the crooked life you think you want, the life thats
oh so exciting with the fake friends, fake fun, fake you and me. just like that , you finally think you have it good but then it happens like it does oh so often, the one you least suspect to hurt you, does the best job doing so. alone, abandoned. sad, upset, and tired. tired of the fake hellos, the fake handshakes the fake goodbyes the fake friends that say they care, but they do car, about themselves and no one else. its so easy to turn your back on some one when you have no spine. they pull on you, like a ball of twine and the next day as you lay wounded and exposed, they call you, forgetting the yesterday and talking of tommorow, like yesterday didnt matter, and you sit bottling it up like an old man with a cramp. you want to scream at them and let them know that there insignificant fucks and how you can live without them, but as sad as it may seem, you cant. no matter what happens no matter what they do to you or how many times they kick your ass down you just get back up and embrace the feeling of belonging and as the days go by your left wondering with the stain of time on your mouth "why do i do this?" and like the answer thats as clear as air you realize. its only you. your alone in this world, just like everyone else is. |