*Note: I am just writing this now off the top of my head. Got lots on my mind.*
I thought that maybe we would be friends forever,
And I'm friends with you now,
Or so I said.
But I've begun to think,
That maybe speaking to you again,
Was not such a good idea.
Because even though,
Sometimes,
You make me laugh and smile,
And I can confide in you,
And I understand the way you work,
I think that we have some problems.
Because you're mean to me without knowing that you do it.
And I'm jealous of you even though we're best friends.
And you always have to be the best,
While I am not at all competitive.
And it makes me feel bad.
But I want us to be friends.
I can't just leave you,
I'll be leaving others.
So I'll wait it out,
And ignore the guilt,
That wells up inside me,
Because I know that we shouldn't be friends.
