When I Can't Do Anything Else

Belittled Heart

I guess I should get used
To being used
Even if it makes me and my heart so confused
My heart may be unhappy with the things you choose
But I should just go and grab
Some booze
If I can tell you how much you hurt me,
I wonder, would you even care?
You see, now that I see things clearly,
I can't believe that I cared for you endlessly
I probably hoped that you'd care for me too
And tirelessly thought that our friendship meant something for you
But everything changed when you told me you'd call
I waited, but never heard from you at all
So I guess this is where it ends
I still am so lucky to have you as my friend

This is the story of a friendship I had,
With a person who meant the world to me,
And now it's just so sad.

//g.c.