How it feels to feel so low.
You say that you love me, and that you care,
But are you sure for yourself, would you dare?
You pat my shoulder and roll your eyes,
When I bring up the topic of our goodbyes.
The things you say are rich as gold,
but it's covered in lies, where it grows cold.
Sometimes I wonder if you really care,
About me or our friendship which is thin as air.
I wonder where we'll be years from now,
Can I call when I cry, will you shout?
Mercy mercy, I wish you could see,
what it is like, like to be me.

