What are you doing in my head
all the time
I didn't invite you
I know you never think about me.
If you did, if you cared at all
you would talk to me
with feeling. with meaning
This is why I hate you
Because you meant so much to me
I though you were safe
But friends aren't supposed to leave wounds
like this
Instead of guarding me like a friend shoud
you cut the deepest from
inside where I let you
I thought you were different
worth my secrets and time
But as I strain to catch what maywell never existed
I see you are no different from the rest
You are Trite and Cynical.
A Bitter stereotype.
you ate my friend.

"I have wasted thousands and thousands of kisses on you. Kisses that I thought were special because of your lips and your smile, but now I see it isn't real.... Shame on me for kissing you with my eyes closed to tight." -Faye from "That Thing You Do"