Aren't you tired?
Aren't you tired of all the lying?
Aren't you tired of all the breaking?
Every time, it's the same old routine; you're friends and then suddenly, you're not.
It doesn't stray from those two phases.
You're either good or bad, which in most cases, you're both.
You'll never get to be on only one side of the battlefield.
One way or the other, you'll end up caught in between both.
But isn't it tiring?
Doesn't it hurt to have someone you once trusted so much leave you with nothing left to believe?
Please.
Stop.
Stop stabbing, because it does hurt.
It does hurt when you lie to me.
It does hurt when you lie about me.
It does hurt.
It hurts because I used to care.
I still care.
No matter how many times I lie about not minding it, don't believe me.
Don't you dare believe me until I touch at you without the flinching.
Don't believe me until I laugh with you without tension in the air.
Don't ever believe me until I smile at you without tears in my eyes.
Don't believe me until l bid you a firm farewell.
Please.
