For a while I've been searching what do I really mean to you.
Your words shadowed your actions and I was a mole.
Hearing what the heart thirst to hear and not seeing what was really happening. I realized that to you I'm no more than something to be hidden behind your phone screen.
I'm one of the best things to have erupted in your life yet, in reality it is suffice to say I'm a used condom, valueless.
I'm not complaining, just painting out what I now know.
I guess it is my fault for expecting to be something more, than
Just a buddy behind the screen
