I�m left with individuals I never knew.
I thought friendship was golden�
And I thought I could rely on my best friend�
But he lied to me. He never lies. To anyone.
So I suppose our friendship was in fact a forgery.
I thought we might be something,
Or do something
That would make us eternal.
I was mistaken.
The only undying scrap of this story
Is a sense of betrayal and dejectedness.
I don�t fit in.
I probably never will.
And none of my friends mind.
Because I don�t have
Any tangible friends
Any more.