Now it’s my other friends turn to try
To try to win the game and turn the blame
All on me so I can be pried
Pried from my best friend that inspired this game
She now has to move forward four
Into the space of the continuing fight
But she doesn’t know that this fight is silent and so hardcore
That it will last for forever and a fortnight.
She keeps asking me why
All I can say is because you let me shout but never listened
She says, but Tati you never talk
And now the drama has thickened
I tell her I talked
I wrote ten pages of thoughts
The silence between us sounds like she’s shocked
I just say whatever, as our friendship rots
Last but not least it’s her turn
The wildcard in this whole thing
Her turn requires our deepest concern
Because this has everything to do with our friendship ending
