You now walk by me with out a second glans.
Without one more "are you sure your ok?"
I told you almost everything.
I trusted you with my life.
You WERE there, yes.
But then that "possy" wants you there.
And the people that listioned, talked, luaghed with you. The people who were there for you, just seemed to disapered.
I say I am ok.
You say good and walk away.
And so do I.
When what I want to do is yell this at you.
It's called a mask.
This smile, this laugh.
This life you see in pictures.
Why can't you see?
Is it really that good of a mask?
Or do you see right through the tears, the cuttes, the never ending pain.
Becuase I thought you were my angle, I guess "God" lies.
But I don't becuase your with "them" that "possy."
So I guess we are walking different paths now.
Becuase I thought it was "Friends tell the end"
And that "end" was there,
could have happened anyday, you just didn't see.
Would you even care?
You said you did but do you still?
If you say yes,
prove it to me.
