vrienden

Late, I can stay up late
In and out of bed
Cleaning up the mess
Trying to be honest
When everyone's talking
And nobody's listening
When we confide in all those friends
They're just messengers
I confide in you with the truth
In my bed
Cleaning up the mess inside my head
Nowhere slow
Drama is exhausting and I'd rather be alone
I want better friends
I'm sick of giving in to harms way
And so are they
Sick of being around something that's destined to fail
And the sume of its parts cannot see
They make me hate life, hate
Friends, hate being there
I know that it's not funny but it's true
No one gives a shit but you
Maybe I'll just swallow all these thoughts
Maybe someday you'll stop...

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