The//count//of//time

Through the years you've been the perfect friend and I should tell you why,
All the words that you've said to me were just a dirty lie,
Our friendship is like paper and the pencil's lead is running out.
Ever moment that we have shared will be erased at the count of 3, 2, 1,

Our friendship is like war but you left me to fight on my own,
The battles that I had to deal with I was better off alone,
You were so trustful that you told all my secrets and thought it was fun,
But for every time you have no friends I'll turn my back at the count of 3, 2, 1,

You were so honest that everything you said wasn't true,
And that every time you want to stand, don't expect me to help you,
I could always count on you to try and ruin my life but instead this friendship is done,
Instead of fighting back I'll leave at the count of 3, 2, 1,

There's no more reason for us to be friends if you act the way you do,
You're problem is not that you hate yourself, it's just that you can't make it through,
You say you hate the way you look and that you're not loved a ton,
I was going to be there for you but you left at the count of 3, 2, 1,

You said that we're fading apart and that I should just hang with my normal crew,
Instead you pushed me away even though you were my friend and that I chose you,
You say you don't hate me yet you don't want to be my friend and that this is done,
My mind is confused and my brain isn't focused until at the count of 3, 2, 1,

You're problem isn't that you don't want to repair what you broke when the time ticks,
You're problem is that you walk away from your problems and not letting it fix,
All the memories I thought would last, all the moments were fun,
But you're willing to throw them away at the count of 3, 2, 1,

I apologized for something that I wasn't sure I did but whatever I did was wrong,
I thought our friendship would last for years but I guess its soul wasn't really strong,
I want things back to where it was and where everything would be OK,
I want all of this to disappear and all of this waste to go away,

I know you better and that I know you'll stay mad for years,
But I'm willing to wait without any tears,
You were my friend, someone that I called fun,
But all of this is erasing slowly at the count of 3, 2, 1,

If I could go into the past and change whatever went wrong you know I would,
Till then I'm waiting for all this to pass because you know I should,
The problem within this bond is not that is now done,
The problem is that it is broken at the count of 3, 2, 1,

The problem within this piece of poetry is that it hurts to write,
Because I never imagine that our friendship would break and for it to be right,
I'll be the better person but I'll miss having you around,
And whenever you need help I'll find the courage to help you when you're on the ground,

The problem within this life is not that is can't fix what it did wrong,
The problem within this friendship is that it's dead but the years were long,
The problem within this piece of poetry is that I choose this to be done,
I hope when I wake from this nightmare, everything that was wrong were OK at the count of 3, 2, 1