You only talk to me when you have to…
You only tell me things when I ask…
You’re only there for me when I call…
Wait… that’s right…
You’re never there for me at all…
Can I really call you a friend?
You were once someone…
I took pride in calling my friend…
Now, if I have to leave you…
I want you to know….
That in the end…
It wasn’t because I stopped caring…
It’s because you stopped being a friend….
We’ve gone our own ways…
And I know it’s for the best…
But sometimes I wonder…
If I’ll ever have a friend like you again….
