We've grown apart
I thought we'd be friends
We were.
We just are not anymore.
If I could turn back time
I would.
But it's pointless trying to achieve the unachievable.
Now is just different from before.
As I'm sitting here wondering where you are
What you're doing
Who you're with
I can't shake the feeling that
you still like her...
My thoughts are useless because I can't say it out loud
And I can't share them with you
I'm afraid of rejection because...
Because...
I can't take another.
It has been my nemesis.
My rival.
The one they all choose over me.
Rejection.
Yes. It has been my company,
my friend,
my never-ending pain,
my foe,
your pick,
my one and only fear.
Do you still like her...
This I'm afraid to ask
Because I'm not a mind-reader.
And because we're not that close anymore.
I guess.
*Bear in mind that I write how I feel at the moment. It could be detailed or mind-numbingly confusing. This should be easy to understand. No need to rate, it sucks, I know.*
