Post by Moony on Aug 28, 2009 19:17:18 GMT -5
(This is written for one of my ex-best friends at school who like doesn't think of me as human anymore. HERE YOU GO!)
The Loss
Sitting in my room,
staring at that wall.
Cold, hard, and lifeless,
just like your heart.
Who was the one that welcomed
you to this town first?
Me.
No one else did, would, or wanted to, but I did.
You always that I was your best friend in the
whole world and nothing can come between us.
Girl, how I was a fool,
believing your lies.
My eyes are swimming,
in tears of pain and hurt.
Obviously you choose the popular life,
over your only true friend.
Now that you "grew up",
and left our childish ways behind,
I guess you left our childish friendship,
too.
You have your pack of brats and preps,
and left me as the lone wolf,
the rouge,
the supposed 'loser'.
Well, at least I can think,
and I'm smart,
and pretty,
way prettier than you could ever could imagine.
Not pretty physically,
but in personality.
Unique, stereotyped,
and free.
I am my own person,
and you lost yourself in the
dreaded cult of bad examples.
I hope you actually get somewhere,
like being around brats and cheerleaders
is really gonna help in college.
While I go somewhere,
you'll be livin' in the past,
when I'm dreaming and fixing the future.
Have a horrible life,
my ex-best friend.
The Loss
Sitting in my room,
staring at that wall.
Cold, hard, and lifeless,
just like your heart.
Who was the one that welcomed
you to this town first?
Me.
No one else did, would, or wanted to, but I did.
You always that I was your best friend in the
whole world and nothing can come between us.
Girl, how I was a fool,
believing your lies.
My eyes are swimming,
in tears of pain and hurt.
Obviously you choose the popular life,
over your only true friend.
Now that you "grew up",
and left our childish ways behind,
I guess you left our childish friendship,
too.
You have your pack of brats and preps,
and left me as the lone wolf,
the rouge,
the supposed 'loser'.
Well, at least I can think,
and I'm smart,
and pretty,
way prettier than you could ever could imagine.
Not pretty physically,
but in personality.
Unique, stereotyped,
and free.
I am my own person,
and you lost yourself in the
dreaded cult of bad examples.
I hope you actually get somewhere,
like being around brats and cheerleaders
is really gonna help in college.
While I go somewhere,
you'll be livin' in the past,
when I'm dreaming and fixing the future.
Have a horrible life,
my ex-best friend.
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