You think you've been clever, think you're playing the part of a hero--
--but to be honest with you, in any other story line this wouldn't be your part.
We've been here HOW long? and this shit hasn't ended. Still you act like I'm the one whose making you "unfriended"
Humans grow up, in time learn to speak. Speech is their tool to showing their feelings.
guess you never learned that lesson--but hey that's fine by me.
It's not my story gone to zero
Not my future written in history.
You know, I've been silent on this road too long and I've kept up this whole facade of being strong,
but in the end I just want someone to be here for me--be here like I've been there.
To hold on to me, without needing to physically touch and know that I'll always be here to be their crutch; like the bonded metal and plastic, standing resolute and true.
But no...guess that's too damn difficult for you.
I know you've been through some tough patches in life--I have too--that's how I recognize those scars on you!
Because monkey see, monkey do--monkey remembers, so why can't you? To learn from the past, forge on a new path--how long must the same freaking RANT last?!
I've said SO.MANY.TIMES. how I've felt, how I feel--but obviously you're either deaf or pretending my feelings aren't real.
So for a moment stop feeling sorry for a past that had been thrown away and look to tomorrow, if not at least look to TODAY--because I've been standing here trying to be there when you needed someone and you kept knocking me down.
But a fence only stands so many times after being crushed to the ground.
Eventually all the pieces break and there is NOTHING left to stand, and for how long we've been playing these games I can safely say that point lies behind where I now stand. I am SICK. I'm sick of you fighting a helping hand from a formerly tattered up heart.
Sick of your complaining in corners you think are dark, too dark for me to see--but sweetheart my eyes can only see too clearly
what you're doing and now, now I have no more patience. I won't take to a lash again.
When we play hard next--don't expect to come out with a title as my friend. I caved too many times to too many crushing blows, standing up for you and others to toss down however your damn wind blows.
I'm done with your games--done with my own too. I don't need to be a friend to still go on "existing" beside you.
I can live my life, you can live in your past. Just don't expect me to keep on kissing your ass.
