One day we'll pass eachother on the street.
It will be like we never once did meet.
I'll look down and away as tears stream down my face.
As I remember all the memories of us that I had forced my mind to erase.
Your games were quite caddy.
You played me like a fool.
I finally got tired of hearing it.
All the bullshit that you fed me til I was full.
We knew eachother for seven years.
Stuck our friendship out through all the liqour and the beers.
Until you traded me for some piece of white trash at its finest.
Just another idiotic ditz that you wanted to sleep with, to be quite honest.
You never played a good victim.
Everytime you were hurt you ended up at my door.
Like some sick kind of stray dog that always comes back to you.
But everytime your confidence was reboosted by me, you went back to the same whore.
It's now been eleven months since we've seen eachother or spoken.
It's getting easier to look back now and inside I'm trying not to feel so broken.
Though at times I do think of you and wonder if you ever do of me in return.
But deep down inside I know that if I ever let you back in, it would only be me that you would burn.
