Whislt you're too busy, feeling sorry for yourself,
You've put our friendship somewhere, where?
there, at the back of this dusty soot ridden shelf.
Can you stop walking and just for one second,
Put yourself in my shoes, and stop speaking
It's easy, so easy, what do you reckon?
The stench of a grudge on your breath is reaking
I made a mistake, I'm human, you commit them too
They aren't crimes or sins, but oh - the greatest offence
to the one and only majestical amazing you -
So what's it to be, stop sitting on the fence!
I've always been there for you, through the best
and the worst of times, always there I was for
you, but you seem to forget about the rest
you seem to have closed that memory door
What do you want me to do, I call you, I text
you ignore me. I give you space, some time -
you far from adore me, what's next?
You expect so much, well that's fine
I wanted you, just you, that one and
only friend, who would indeed be there
until the bitter end - and understand
that we are human, not perfect, not always fair
But you overlook the fact, the truth, that I
was always - am always! - there for you,
I make one mistake, one slip up - and I
find, I am alone, just one broken friend, not two.
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