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Brittany


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1 march 2012

I Thought We Were Friends

I thought we were friends 
But I realized you were never my friend. 
It was more like I was your friend
But you were never my friend

You acted like you were 
But when I really needed you, you were never there. 
When you needed me I was always there. 
But when the arrow turned to you, you were never there.

I was there because I thought you were my friend.
I said I would be your friend till the very end. 
I wanted to be because I love you.
You don't love me, you only love those who are like you. 

I thought friends who knew each other. 
Would grow up to forever be with each other.
But I guess that doesn't always happen. 
Especially since in our case what I wanted to happen, didn't happen.

I guess it because of the love I have for you. 
But I want and need to get rid of the love I have for you.
They say you can't help who you love .
But I'm beginning to hate the thought of love.

In a twisted way I thought I found love.
But in a normal way ,It was me you didn't love. 
Strange in way the way i love
But normal for you that you never once loved me.

So what do I do with this love I have for. 
Let you go, because it's always been about you.
I will still be your friend
I will be that friend till the very end

I don't know why I would put myself through misery
It's just I want to see you happy
Your happiness is more important than my happines.
I promise I will get over this sadness.

Don't worry about me 
Don't pretend to care 
That's my job, to worry about you, your burdens I'll bare.
That from the beginning it was never about me.






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