B.A.C.K
How do I describe the way I feel or what I perceived you meant to me. I'd stop the world for you-- I thought of you in whatever activity I chose to do But somehow you've never had time for me couldn't even spare a second or two or three I'm a friend of convenience You don't even care but I'm above you and your melodramatic bull so there Forget about having me around anymore Tragedy struck my life instead of helping, you walked out the door and left hoping someone else would pick up the pieces You're supposed to be a good friend I stood up when everyone bashed and hated you but listen while i cope with a loss? That was somehow too hard to do DON'T PLAN ON EVER HAVING ME THERE AGAIN. Last chance... Now it's gone When people turn against you again, I'll be nowhere to be found... Alone as you look around, Absorbed in your own selfish, thoughtless overly dramatic, mylifeisamovie junk. That's the end. I'm through with you... Convenience friend...