I deal with people telling me I'm to young to be in love
I may be young but I can love
But I shouldn't have loved what wasn't there
No calls, no visits its like I wasn't there and she didn't care
Pain is one of my friends
I feel him everyday, he never ends
Heartache is my cousin we were hanging out today
Suicides my brother we think alike I'll say
If you told someone you loved them and they said it back
But never showed it to you back
If they spend more time with their friends than with you
Wouldn't you feel like me too
I have friends too many only 3 I hang out with
Put them on hold and spend my time with someone new
But pain, heartache, and suicide are my friends once more
Can someone care about me before I hang myself
But ur not worth it so I don't jump from that shelf.
