I lost a friend somewhere along the bitterness,
and I would have stayed up with you all night,
had I known how to save a life.
I'd rather we shout our fucking asses off at each other than this.
I could have dealt with that part of you that made you leave without asking me what the hell was going on. I can't deal with the fact that one and a half years wasn't enough for you to trust me. I mean, his judgement weighed way more than anything I'll ever have to say, right?
I mean every single one of those italicized words, and if I know you well enough, you'll figure out your answer on your own.
I don't know you and I don't want to.
posted by aney @ 10:20 PM
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