Broken Friends

Why is it always me that has to ring you,
Weeks could go by and you wouldn't have a clue.
I could've died for all you know,
But here i am all alone feeling low.

Desperately wanting you to call,
To save me from this great fall.
There I'd sit next to the phone Wishing it would ring
You don't know how much happiness and sadness you bring.

In my hour of need, when i sit here and bleed,
Its you i want to hear telling me everything will be OK
but if you did call i doubt thats what you'd say.

You'd tell me to stop being stupid and get over it.
I'd stand there and listen to you call me names,
But i suppose that was all part of your games.

How could you say all these nasty things when we were friends.
I'm sorry but I've had enough and today our 'friendship' ends.

Thanks for reading, please comment and i will do the same. xx