I can't take it any longer.
The lies and the tears.
The pain and the suffering.
The stress it brings is murder.
I thought our friendship meant something to you.
I thought I was your best friend.
You were mine.
But now I hear that our friendship doesn't matter and that you would risk it for another.
I don't know how to take.
Maybe it was lies.
Maybe it was true.
I don't know what to believe.
We use to talk.
Never have awkward pauses.
Or nothing to talk about. We would always be there for each other.
Or at least that's what you said.
I believed you. Whatever you said. I believed you. I keep hearing things, but that wasn't what I heard from you.
I don't know what's happening.
I don't know why everything's changing. Our friendship is ending. I saw it coming.
It hasn't ended yet. But I can feel it coming. I don't want us to lose each other. I don't want to lose our friendship...
I don't want it changed. I don't want it to be different. I want it to be the same... Like the old days... Like when I use to live around the corner....
