Sta.sh
I lay alone under my roof,
I stare at the blank canvas I call a ceiling,
Music is playing in the background of my thoughts,
Another thing to remind me of you,
I remember the days that made me happier than I'd ever been,
The nights I stayed up way too late and woke up in a trance,
Decorating and telling a story,
But then there are the songs that remind me of the times,
That I don't want to remember,
The days when I went home crying,
Because of you and your clique,
The times I felt alone in the world,
And I couldn't find happiness anywhere.
Now I sit here,
Telling our story,
While you're off on a journey,
With your fame and your glory,
Someday that will all be gone,
And you'll be the one that was wrong,
There's a time and a place for everything,
But your time is up and you have no place in my life,
I'm sorry to tell you,
My dear friend,
But I see it all now,
Perhaps too clear.
The days of our friendship were numbered,
I didn't know it from the start,
But now I do,
I know you only have a human heart,
One that does function the same as mine,
But only yours is cold and hard,
While mine is open and caring,
The lesson I learned when you let me go.
My mother once told me,
That people are put in your life,
For a reason,
A season,
And a lifetime,
Your reason was to accompany me to new hope,
Your season was a few short years,
But you,
My dearest friend,
Never achieved a lifetime.
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"I remember the days that made me happier than I'd ever been,
The nights I stayed up way too late and woke up in a trance,"
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