I don't know.

No.
I don't know what its like
why do you have to ask?
I don't know what its like to be loved by all.
My best friend,
how is it you don't have the time.
No time left for me.
I feel so lonely over here
in my little personal piece of hell
No one to invite me out into the world.
No one left to care
not even you.
Oh my best friend.
How could you ask?
Ask if I know what its like
to be so busy.
I'm trapped in my house
No one asks me to venture out.
It hurt to know,
that you
My Best Friend
can even ask that.
How it hurts to see you slipping away.