I turn the corner not looking back. Look at that, must be another old friend. They pass me by, again and again I drive them away. I don't know if it's all my problems or just something I can't help. The other day we were on the phone, talking about how bad we would bone and sing songs. Today we are clawing at each other like a fable of a mother to a step child. I guest even this doesn't make any sense, maybe I just am lost to be mistaken for something that I not know of. This is just me, and you are just you. I may love you but does that mean you are what you are? I do understand when you talk and I listen. I do not understand when I told and you only hear me. Maybe that's why we can not get alone, maybe that's why we always feel wrong or at least misunderstand each other. Like now you are trying not to message me, but who are you hurting really? Me, you, or maybe us. I don't know why you do the stupid things that cause us to drift....
