by Sarah Dyer 27

Created on: August 26, 2008

I'm not ranting for a pathetic sorry. I do not want to hear your story.
I've heard it before.
I don't want to hear your excuses. I must admit you've added to my bruises.
Re started the war.
Of so-called best friends from time and again. And me the one that can't trust any friend. Alone till the end.

And maybe I can forget about it in time. But maybe I just may accept the fact you've crossed the line. And become another frenemy of mine.

And maybe in time you'll forgive yourself. For putting me on the shelf. And dusting me off when you've lost everyone else.

I can't act like nothing has changed. Whilst you're just laughing in my face.
And stepping on me.
I can't even look you in the eye. Or let you see my crooked smile.
I wish you could see. What you're doing to me.

And I just can't believe my luck. Another fake friend oh what the .
God, you must be joking now you've had your laugh. Bring me at least one friend who's not that bad.

And maybe I'll find a friend in time. That won't cross the line. Or push the boundaries. And will actually care about me.
And baby you won't forgive yourself. For putting me on the shelf. When you get thrown by everyone else. And finally lose your self respect.

And you won't believe your luck. When you get so sick to your stomach. Coz you find to be friends with everyone. Bitching about people aint that fun.
And when the trust is gone. Who's gonna wanna pick up the pieces when you're done.

And I won't ever forget no way. I'll remember through all my days.
Who was there to lift just to throw me. And who was there to pick me up and show me.
That some people are not worthy of my tears. And in the present moment some don't deserve to be here.
When the haters are gone I'll have nothing to fear. Now you're nothing but a memory in the next few years.
So go and have your fun. But I'll be the laughing one a few months on

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