Friend?
Was it me all along who thought we were cool?
Or when we hung out together, was that just me too?
Was i something to be used with, or you don't know how i feel?
I thought we were best friends, Friend?
Why do i only sense condemned?
One minute were cool, then when other people come around instead of talking about me you mess with my head?
Life is far to hard to keep this up. In my everyday mess up... which i call life.
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schick15posted on 04/04/2008
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