I’m tired of the sugar-coating, tired of the lies,
I can see the resentment haunting in your eyes.
I don’t know when I lost you in the snow storm of our past,
But day after day, the layers piled on –
too cold, too thick, too fast.
I once called you my best friend, but as time wore us down,
I’ve come to finally realize that you’ve never been around.
I thought that as the sands trickled down the glass –
that you would never change
that we would stay the same,
But you’re no longer the person that I knew, the soul behind your name.
Yet you still stand by my side as if you know me well at all,
Yet you still expect my hand steadying your fall,
Yet you dare to judge me as if you’ve loved me all along,
But your words are spitfire of all that’s false and wrong.
Who are you? And what are we?
I’m hurt, but I still believe it mindlessly
That somehow, someway, somewhere soon,
We’ll be laughing together in the afternoon.