Is it because I'm to bland;
Then therefore I take my stand.
Was it really my attitude that need to change;
Or were we really out of range.
Why was everything being rearranged;
Was everything really that deranged.
Maybe I was a little strange;
Maybe it was estrange.
But everything comes to an end;
This friendship cannot be mend.
Maybe we didn't blend;
This friendship was pushed to far to unbend.
It was time to unfriend;
This must of been pretend.
~poddle54
