You were my friend about 2 years ago,
at least thats what I thought.
You always said you were my friend,
but now I'm starting to wonder,
& I'm becoming distrot.
We always used to fight, & we still do,
you always made me the bad guy & yell at you.
You always picked a fight over the smallest things
& for some reason I always tried to make it better, & stop the fighting.
I was always the one to beg you to me my friend again,
& tell you we can make it like it had been.
You should have been the one pleading for forgiveness.
You say I say sh.t I never said, sorry to tell to this b.tch, but you were mislead.
Can you stop your f.cking lies,
because theres no were else you can hide,
You can't hide whats true,
or whats right in front of you.
You say I'm not a true friend,
but neither are you,
how can you say I'm not a friend,
look at what you do.
We fight, scream, argue, & do the sh.t we do.
I do the bad sh.t I do, & don't lie, you do it too.
Some how though all of this,
I want to tell to good riddance.
But some how, by the end of this letter.
It made it all a little bit better...
