(no subject)
I thought we were friends. I thought you could get over yourself for two minutes to find it in your heart to care about me the way I care about you. Now I'm done, worn out of care. Another way you've taken my glass heart and thrown it into the wall. I hope you wonder around feeling this sense of incompleteness. This sense that something is missing from your life. I hope that missing piece is me. I'm not going to be there when you make a mistake and need advice. I'm not going to your little doll that you put on the shelf until your ready to play.
Your vision of me is not exact. I'm not who I used to be, I'm not what I seem. I'm respectable and admirable. I am not a carbon copy of who you remember. I've grown to be a women, one you'll never know. You've made this choice, you've picked your poisen. I hope youre happy.
Your vision of me is not exact. I'm not who I used to be, I'm not what I seem. I'm respectable and admirable. I am not a carbon copy of who you remember. I've grown to be a women, one you'll never know. You've made this choice, you've picked your poisen. I hope youre happy.