isn't it funny how when something bad happens people forget the good, the way you've forgotten I was and am your friend.
that's how we began remember.
you tell me you remember everything..but you have recalled only certain pieces of past.
this friend you have is now a greedy soul, taking from you when in need of companionship, discarding you when that need is past and not caring a whit for you heart.
wipe my tears and be on your way.
isn't that all I need you for?
aren't I mean, look at me.. look at me.
what masked have you put on me to justify you feelings
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