What is it?
I feel pain inside.
I feel fear inside.
I hide them both well.
I am what I am.
Where does that leave me?
Without many friends.
Am I too honest?
Is my anxiety too hard for you?
What is it about me?
That doesn’t do it for you.
I know I am kind.
I know I am real.
I know I am there for you.
What is it about me?
That just doesn’t do it for you.
Friends where are you?
Do you want me to lie to you?
What do you want?
Tell me what it is, will you?
What is it about me?
That doesn’t do it for you.
Walk away is what you do.
Turn away when I need you.
I wouldn’t turn from you.
Friends are friends till the end?
Sounds good but it isn’t true.
What is it about me?
That doesn’t do it for you.
Where are you my friends?
Where are you?
I am here alone.
In my corner.
Waiting for you.
Friends?
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