Eleven Years Mean Nothing

Ruin the fun. Ruin your life.
Trip over your feet. Turn out the light.
Throw away your dignity. Bring in the shame.
I don't even know you. I refuse to recognize your name.
Is this all fun to you? Watching everyone suffer?
Is this the greatest thing to you? I really beg to differ.
What do I mean to you? How about all of them?
We've tried to help, but you say there's no problem.
How does your family look at you, knowing of every secret?
How can they tell you they love you and do nothing about it?
They might have given up; they might believe what you say,
But you know very well how much they're hurting each day.
You know that their pain, their anguish, their distress,
You know it's your fault, your unfinished mess.
So go ahead and do as you wish,
Just remember today that I am through with this.
I'm weary of your stupidity, and watching you fade away.
I'm angered by the fact we can't even talk the same way.
Too many times you left me behind.
Too many times you came back to find
To find that I was still here, the same as when you were gone.
The same forgiving person, the same one who stayed strong.
Just so you know, I'm done with being walked over.
I'm sick of being lied to, I'm finished with being hurt.
Don't even bother of trying to fix things now, I'm already too far gone.
Don't think I can't see through your lies of telling me how I'm not strong.
Maybe I wasn't back then, every time
Everytime I let you back into my life.
But things are different now, and I'm better than you'll ever be.
This is my last message to tell you things are through.
Even though you may know that I will always love you.
Eleven years of friendship, and three of those were fights.
I guess this is the last one; so I say goodbye, my friend, tonight.