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The way you act
It's a mystery to me
I'm a friend one mintue
And a stranger the next
Is this pattern neverending
It's been going on for so long
Several times I've thought it was over
But it always starts up again
I catch you alone
It's like we're best friends
You're the sweetest thing
But I have to almost pray for and cherish those times
Because when you're with your friends
It's like I'm not even there
You'd barely say 'hey'
I don't understand and I'm let down
At times I think I know you so well
So sweet, kind, funny, and fun
But then there are times I just don't get it
You're just ignoring, almost cocky and rude
Rude because that's not a friend
It's like you put up a front
When you're with those people
Those are not the actions of a friend
But I hate to even begin think that we're not friends
And I'm pretty sure that we are
But your actions sometimes make it unclear
And I just can't understand it at all
I tend to make excuses for it
Though I know that I shouldn't
Why should I apoligize for you
It just makes me feel even more stupid
Stupid for thinking us friends?
No.
Stupid for thinking us Real and True friends?
Maybe.
Stupid for thinking that you'd actually tell your other friends that we're friends?
Yes.
But mostly, stupid for not telling you this to your face and carrying on like it always has been; like it might always be. |
